Kingdom Hearts: Dissidia RP

"I would like to point out that the event in question happened ten years ago, and that I didn't get sick from my cooking. On the other hand, you should know that Cyprian insisted that the mushrooms he picked were safe to eat. I didn't touch them, so he ate them all himself," Blair said as she launched into the air, and threw her lance in the center of a group of Soldier heartless, using a bit of magic to create a shockwave.

"What?! You know I like to cook and fight, why are you trying to ruin my fun?!" Now slightly irritated, the Priestess turns her attention away from caring for the Berserkers and joins them, ravaging a Zip Slasher by knocking it off balance and letting loose with a flurry of one-handed swings, punches, and kicks. After bisecting it, she looks back to the two Nobodies, smirking at their story. "Well, even if it was his fault, I still don't think I'd trust you if you really haven't been allowed to cook for ten years!"

"When I was stranded on Pulse alone after Cyprian decided to take a nap that lasted for a couple of years, I did cook for myself," Blair says while glaring at Naria.

"Fewer times than you did. That's what matters, right?"

The fact that I'm insulting your cooking really makes me question why I'm not throwing the competition myself. Then again, that would make things too boring, now wouldn't it?

Blair used her lance to toss a few Shadows and another Soldier into the air with the one Cyprian had tossed her way, before finishing them off with a spell.

"Thundaga!"

"You wish you could still feel mad at me. But it's only a dream. So stop living in the past, and stop letting yourself be controlled by the memories of emotions!" she called back to Cyprian, suddenly very disturbed by his little ourburst.

Moran was tossed hard into the fountain, splashing water all over the cobblestone. He sprung to his feet and glances at the Aegis Shield on his left arm.

Foolish me. This is for magic.

He swapped it out for an Adamant one, only to notice the Reverse Armor gaining on him rapidly. Looking around, he saw that the area was abandoned, as he had hoped, save for a Moogle salesman who seemed to be taking a nap. Its unconsciousness was indicated by a peaceful little bubble emerging from its nose.

"Watch it Kupo!"

He swapped again for a Fuma Shuriken and tossed it at Moogle, popping the bubble and giving it a rude awakening. It hit the ground and squeaked, opened its eyes and saw the oncoming storm of metal, squeaked louder, and ran. Unfortunately the job change to Ninja left Moran open, and he was swiftly kicked hard into a wall by the Armour that was upon him. He hit the ground in a heap, but scrambled to his feet, changing back to Knight to cover himself with a Shield.

Alarms rung in his head, prompting him to tap into some of his limited magic reserves. A White Wind blew through the plaza, but it restored barely half his health. Seeing no choice, he banished his weapon and took a martial stance, in the process loosening the belt keeping his robe tight.

"Limit Break Kupo! It's Morphing Time!"

He jumped into the air to dodge the full body tackle the Armor had in mind for him. A bright flash shone from his body, and when he hit the ground, Moran had six arms, each with a legendary sword in hand. It was something he had picked up from a friend.

With a battle cry, he leapt at the armor, each limb striking or blocking a target. The Armor's floating feet-for-hands were sent spinning away as he jumped off of the main body in pursuit. The hands-for-feet were still in place, so he struck them like hockey pucks, smashing them into one of the separated feet-for-hands. His leap off the body brought him upon the three collided limbs, and a swift flurry of strikes caused them to dissipate for good. He chucked six sword-raids at the final foot-for hand, banishing that one too. The weapons returned to him, but he recalled them seeing the Armor charge him in some kind of spinning desperation attack. He dug his feet in and held out his arms, catching the Heartless in four and grabbing the still-present head in two. Twisting to separate them, he slammed the head into the ground, before shouting a fierce kiai and suplexing the body down hard on top of it. A hard crunch resonated in the Heartless's hollow body before it dissipated entirely.

Moran exhaled a sigh of relief before sitting. His extra limbs quickly snaking their way back into the shape of his normal body. He wiped the sweat off his brow and took a moment to collect himself, watching the heart that once composed the Heartless float off into the sky.

"...here you go Kupo."

The shopkeeper Moogle from earlier had returned. It held out a Hi-potion.

"Thank you kupo, but I don't have any gil on me."

"This one's on the house kupo. Thanks for saving me."

Moran smiled and nodded, taking the potion.

"In that case, might you have some bacon? I get the feeling I'll have to cook breakfast today kupo. My score is like...five."

"Naria, heads up! There's heartless behind you." Blair yelled to alert the other young of woman of the danger she was in.

She can handle the Morning Star, but she needs someone to watch her back. Cyprian is too lazy to help, so I guess that leaves me!

Blair launched into the air again, landing in between Naria and the heartless that had gathered while she was distracted by the Morning Star. After taking a moment to cast Protect on them both, Blair began to take out the heartless, leaving Naria to continue her fight. "I've got your back, so you focus on that Morning Star."

"Thanks, darling." Smiling again, Naria casts Cure on herself and charges forward. She meets the Morning Star head-on, using her weapon as a shield, and the two bounce off of each other. The Morning Star unrolls itself from its balled form, and Naria takes advantage, punishing it, ending with an overhead smack into its conical hat. The Heartless stumbles backwards and swings at her with one of its arms.

"Mini!" The Morning Star's hand hits nothing but air, and the rotund creature stews in its anger for a few moments, contemplating where its target might have gone. "Aero!" A tiny voice, high-pitched and difficult to hear, shouts out, and a gale knocks into the Heartless from behind, knocking it off balance again. "Mini!" Growing back to a normal, and more importantly noticeable, size, Naria laughs and slams her axe down into the Morning Star's back repeatedly. After splitting the armor in several places, the Morning Star dissipates. "Woohoo! Who's next?!" Looking around, the viking notices how thin the crowd has become, only ten or so surrounding Blair and Cyprian each. "Too bad. Who to help though? Mister lazy, or Miss deserves-it?"

"This is Pulse speaking." He remarked as he trampled a couple of heartless as he flip-jumped over Blair and pinched her cheeks.