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is this what we deserve, can we break free
Who: Everyone
What: The Darkness has taken the Denizens of Light. How will they retaliate, having reached their destination?
Where: Alexandria
When: Sunday, June 12
Koios stood silently looking out of the window of Jagannatha's former quarters. He watched as their enemies rose from the Darkness that had pulled them in, stealing them away from their safe havens and bringing them here, where perhaps all of their worst fears would come true.
Alexandria's sky had turned black. The only things illuminating the false world anymore were a scant few lamps and candles... and the Hearts of the Allies of Light themselves. One had appeared with a fortress of Light, destroying many of the homes around them as Darkness threw her out of its arms. He watched, morbidly fascinated, as one by one, they rose into their cage.
Chernabog glowered down at them from above. He was a fine choice for the role of sentinel, boasting nearly as much power as the First Darkness himself. Koios, as well as the Heartless and Nobodies swarming about below, were nothing short of a safety measure - not that Jagannatha found it particularly necessary. In truth, it was more of a courtesy for the Nobody, a chance to properly boast to the losers, should he wish to take it. But for now, he remained where he was, observing the scene unfold impassively.
If Koios knew anything about the Key Bearers and Refugees, they wouldn't give up simply because they'd been trapped here, in Darkness, with no way discernible way out. No. That would only empower them. But the question remained: what would be their next step?
In any case, he thought, it would definitely prove to be a good show.
OOC: If you were not on the list of exceptions, you are now in Alexandria. Anyone who has any way of sensing the Hearts of others will know that any people native to this world have no Hearts, just as the world itself is lacking one. And yet, not a one of them is a Nobody.
All methods of transportation will fail.
What: The Darkness has taken the Denizens of Light. How will they retaliate, having reached their destination?
Where: Alexandria
When: Sunday, June 12
Koios stood silently looking out of the window of Jagannatha's former quarters. He watched as their enemies rose from the Darkness that had pulled them in, stealing them away from their safe havens and bringing them here, where perhaps all of their worst fears would come true.
Alexandria's sky had turned black. The only things illuminating the false world anymore were a scant few lamps and candles... and the Hearts of the Allies of Light themselves. One had appeared with a fortress of Light, destroying many of the homes around them as Darkness threw her out of its arms. He watched, morbidly fascinated, as one by one, they rose into their cage.
Chernabog glowered down at them from above. He was a fine choice for the role of sentinel, boasting nearly as much power as the First Darkness himself. Koios, as well as the Heartless and Nobodies swarming about below, were nothing short of a safety measure - not that Jagannatha found it particularly necessary. In truth, it was more of a courtesy for the Nobody, a chance to properly boast to the losers, should he wish to take it. But for now, he remained where he was, observing the scene unfold impassively.
If Koios knew anything about the Key Bearers and Refugees, they wouldn't give up simply because they'd been trapped here, in Darkness, with no way discernible way out. No. That would only empower them. But the question remained: what would be their next step?
In any case, he thought, it would definitely prove to be a good show.
OOC: If you were not on the list of exceptions, you are now in Alexandria. Anyone who has any way of sensing the Hearts of others will know that any people native to this world have no Hearts, just as the world itself is lacking one. And yet, not a one of them is a Nobody.
All methods of transportation will fail.
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Of course, now he's giving me good reasons to not want to try.
Hex wanted to distrust him. To hate him. To go over, and shoot him in the face.
But she couldn't. Or if she did, it wouldn't the kind of decisive blow she would need in order to win.
I'm paralyzed, Hex realized. I can't make up my mind. I don't know what to do. I actually almost want him to win, to see it come to pass. But, at the same time, I know he's probably lying about something. I can't trust him, no matter how much I want to. I need more time. I can't just make up my mind like this.
Wait a second. This is an ideal point in time for this kind of thing to happen, but that's it. An ideal point. It can be recreated, repeated. If I can't make up my mind now, then I can stop it now and just choose later.
It sounded flimsy, and very much like a desperate rationaliztion. Her mind flicked back to the nature and nurture argument. Was she trying to rationalize because of her base nature? Was her inner 'light' trying to manipulate her? Possible.
She needed to think, but it was thinking too hard that got her into this, made her question herself.
Her heart was tugging at her alot today. It hadn't done as much for ages, and now it practically wanted to rip itself out of her chest.
What to do, what to do?
What to choose?
'Not choosing, is in itself, a choice. To let the winds of fate blow where they will, and see what is uncovered, there is nothing wrong with that.'
Old advice. She felt it was cowardly somehow. But...
It made sense.
"You know, something else occurs to me." The confidence in her tone felt more honest this time. "I don't know what you'll be doing, on that 'other side'. Ruling? Trying to pull off another trick like this?"
She'd wait. Make some honest conversation, learn, and worry about choosing if it became neccesary.
The world was at a cross roads, and she had a choice in where it might go. She'd choose when she decided to.
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The shroud around Alexandria must be kept intact at all costs, he added silently. But there should be no one outside it short of Maleficent or Jagannatha himself powerful enough to destroy it. But of course, this should be a World that Maleficent and her disciples would very much enjoy. Why should they attack him, or the shroud itself? As far as Jagannatha was concerned, they had every reason not to.
Of course, the World of Darkness would end, sooner or later. It was simply how the World worked. But for now, it was his turn to dominate.
No one Denizen of Light or Chosen of Darkness would keep him from that.
"Is this a problem, Hex?"
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Another disturbingly sane idea. Nothing about 'absolute rule', 'religion', or even 'taxes' came into it. But, for the sake of that one precious treause, it was easy to just throw some things away. And, unless one was careful, they might spend far too much to preserve it.
"No, I suppose not. In the end, it'll be almost like nothing at all has changed. The same stars under the night sky, the same lands under them, and the same people walking them." There. Her last trap. If you could call it that. Judge the reaction to the statement, and then use that as a basis to make your choice.
The last fork. The very last thing she could think of to trip him up.
Look at his face, look closely, all without seeming to. As he's listening to what you say, as he thinks it, as he responds. Take it all in. This is the final criteria that you'll have, before he makes his move from 'very powerful' to 'extremely powerful'. Look at him, and decide if this is the man you would trust with the fate of infinity.
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He turned from her at that moment, eyes looking haunted as they glazed over in his silence. Queen Grimhilde watched Hex with wary disinterest in the meantime. "I suppose those 'same people' will still be walking the lands. As I have told you, they are safe and will remain so unless they move to harm me and mine. But they will not walk all the lands. Nor will they see those stars. The Denizens of Light have lost, dear successor," his voice turned cold as he looked back to her, "and if they wish to ever see the stars again, they will have to seize them from me, once and for all."
... God damn it, I can't just go a long with this....
He's going to disconnect the worlds. Enshroud them in darkness, and then break the roads between them.
It wasn't exactly an accurate interpretation. Transport would still be possible. Just not by gummi-ship. The Corrdiors would still work.
Jagannatha means to steal the very stars from the night sky, to sever the bonds between them.
It shouldn't bother her.
Except that it did.
Jagannatha had clearly made his point of view clear. For the sake of his people, he would strike the heart of another people. Just as had been done to them. A cycle of violence, that he had long accepted.
Within strike range.
So, why did what he said make her sick to her stomach. She was fine with theft and murder.
Grimhilde is shifting attention to us. In the event that an attack is launched, there at least two vectors for the counter to come from. Most likely it will nigh simultaneous.
But this? This was something that could fracture and break... so much. Her mind flitted, just for an instant, to a little grey house on a lake. Of looking out the window, and seeing the moon rise in the sky and on the water. Of the hundreds of tiny little stars in the sky, and the people in that house.
The house was still there, and so were some of the people. She couldn't go back. She had taken that right from herself.
But she wouldn't just allow someone to take the night sky from that little grey house on a lake.
It's highly unlikely that this is going to work, or I'm going to survive. It's stupid to even try. I barely even know why I'm doing it. I'm probably going to die, doing this. I'm going against my own philosophy here, that dictates that survival comes first!
Hex took two steps forward, and crossed her arms over chest.
She sighed, and closed her eyes.
Then her hands jerked out and threw a yellow sphere on the floor that she had somehow pulled out of her coat without opening it properly.
The room turned a searing white.
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"A fool's choice, successor mine," he said softly, eyes squeezed shut in the light. "You could have had so much. Allies. The power you so desire. A home."
Queen Grimhilde held an arm up to cover her eyes, even as she called out to her mirror. It responded without hesitation, calling forth its own magic to pull Hex in.
"And yet, you still decide to rally to the side of Light," Jagannatha continued. "You prove my point to the little bird, if only she were here to see it herself. Light is your nature, despite being chosen by Darkness and having accepted it. When it comes down to a crucial choice, even one such as yourself will always revert to their nature, without fail."
He opened his eyes all at once, glaring into the light Hex's orb had produced. If it bothered him anymore, it certainly wasn't showing. "Come then, Denizen of Light," he said as calmly as ever. "Show me what would have you refuse all that I offer. Show me the strength of your fear of Darkness."
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By the time the flash had gone off, she was already running straight at him.
Her foot stepped into a shadow. Seven blades erupted from behind Jagannatha.
Once you've made a decision, you must follow that path.
Not one of them hit. They melted into his own shield like quicksilver.
But then, the flash and shield prevented him from seeing her. His own shadows were thrown almost blind, for all that darkness needs no eyes.
You can worry about wether or not the decision is right later. If you don't keep your mind in the present, you won't live to think about it.
She barely managed to evade them. But she still had dodged them.
Hex felt something tugging at her coat, ripping it open. She threw another grenade without even looking over shoulder. It was sucked back. She kept moving forward.
Twenty feet.
An explosion, and a scream. The blast threw her forward. Mentally, she began throwing together a corridor. The path would start in front of her, and lead directly behind Jagannatha. Hex landed on the floor, and managed to throw herself into a roll, triggering the portal. The entrance was mere inches from her side, and she got kept herself moving forward. She doubted the fake out would work, seeing as he was using his eyes again, but any diversion at all would be worth it.
Five feet now.
And then, she was within strike range.
"Ten-Chi Ken!"
She practically ripped the hilt from her sleeve, the crimson blade already streaming out of the hilt.
With a single cut, I sever Heaven and Earth.
The slash moved straight through. It passed through the shield, the clothes, even flesh and shadow. There was no visible cut.
But then, that was not the purpose of the Ten-Chi Ken.
I bet everything, on this one blow. Let's see if I'm as smart as I like to think I am.
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"You mean to strip me of my power?" he growled, grabbing the wrist that held the Ten-Chi Ken in a vice grip. "Do you not know that you are diminishing your own abilities as you harm me in a such a way? You do not know realize what you are doing, Denizen of Light!" With a roar, he turned and threw her at the wall, summoning strength the likes of which no one would suspect of one with a host like Patsy, an old, unemployed man who did nothing but play games around the house until he had been chosen.
Jagannatha's chest heaved as he followed after her in a slow walk. "You are a fool, Hex. Just another fool of the Light. You wish to strip me of my power, do you? To reduce me to a mere human?" He stopped a few steps away from where he'd thrown the girl, glaring down at her. "How would you like it if I did just that, dearest successor, to you?"
Even with his power diminished as it was, he still had the ability to take back what was rightfully his. And so, looking down on the girl, he began to do just that.
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She was now becoming intimately knowledgeable about it.
She could feel the magic being ripped out of her. Her tricks, her swords, her corridors, being torn out of her. Like someone had insert red hot irons into her chest, and was now slowly pulling them out. Hex screamed as she fell down off the wall. She had managed to cushion the blow with magic, somehow, before he had decided to tear it out of her.
It was over as soon as it had begun, and had left her gasping on the floor.
That... hurt... But...
"Say, Jags..." She coughed out. No need to be really formal now. She could feel the grin tugging across her face. Jags. That was a funny name. "You know the thing... about... humans... mortals..." Somehow she struggled to her feet, her hand fishing under her coat for something. She didn't know what yet. But it was there.
I'm in shock. The world's going all tilty on me. Must stay up. Must stay focused. Get him distracted. Where's Grimhilde? Can't see out of that eye very well. Forcible removement of minor Corruption along with Dark powers, taking 'tainted' matter? Probably swelling from bruising.
I'm probably going to die. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. And I find myself not caring all that much. Huh. I must hate this guy a lot more than I think. Or is that like him? Maybe I finally went nuts?
Who knows. I didn't plan much beyond 'run away' if he took my powers. Time to see just how much I can bullshit. Shouldn't be too hard. I came in here with a plan. I'm in shock. Getting a little unhinged. Just have to convince him that I have more plan than I actually came in with...
Oh, and hey! If I somehow live, the Ten-Chi Ken actually worked! Betcha that's going to be something useful to have and refine down the line. Maybe start work on Caster guns, so I never end up in a position like this again.
And then Hex started to laugh. It was joyous, a little crazy, and the loudest sound that had ever come out of her mouth. It echoed around the crackle of flames from the grenades.
"We ain't so mere, you know?" Cool, I can manage complete sentences without wheezing now!
Part Two
"You know what else? That hurt. It really did. A lot. But I'll manage. I always do, one way, or another. Hahahaha-Oh god, my ribs! ... Say, what kind of situation do you think I consider a win? Would it really be so simple as killing you, throwing the balance out of whack again? If I could cook up something that could 'remove' your power, cutting you off from you host, why wouldn't I just make something to kill you? Just take a few potshots with a sniper rifle, never really revealing myself? A couple of bullets enchanted to flow through Darkness like air, and you'd be dead."
"So, why aren't you? What would I have to gain, by crippling the both of us? The answer? Better think quickly, that silver haired pretty boy is still around, and quite deaf if he didn't hear the explosions. So, he's going to come and check them out. I know I can't fight him like this. And you'd have to run. You've still got a lot of power, true. But the pretty boys got a sword. And, unless you have one stashed up your ass, or copied my sword trick, you don't."
"And he's never seen me personally before. All he's going to see in this room is some girl, all pathetic and wounded, and you, standing all triumphant, wreathed in power. For all he knows, you kidnapped me to have your wicked way with me. Definitely no brownie points there! That's when he demands to know what's going on. Or charges you with the sword. Which, normally, wouldn't be a problem for you. Normally."
"But, right now, courtesy of a certain humble Witch, you're surprisingly squishy. And your own little sidekick is still walking off getting a frag grenade to the face. Making you relatively vulnerable."
"But then, you know that's not the point of this particular charade, if you were listening. No, that's just the insurance. Like I've said before, I kind of like the status quo. I get to play, do my research, and not worry about plagues of Heartless beating down my door. Well, no more than usual at least."
"And the key thing that's what is actually closest to knocking out the balance, isn't you. You're a driving force, can't get rid of you. But, the fact of the matter is, that you're responsible for it. Say, how's Alexandria at this time of year? I hear you've got all sorts of people locked up there. That's gotta be hell on traffic. But, what with all of that majestic power of yours, I'm sure you could keep it under wraps. Oh, I suppose that's 'Could'. Can you do it now? Can you contain a million struggling souls, now that this humble Witch has pricked you with her dagger?"
Hex's lips were tugged thin by her smile, and with the amount of teeth showing, she looked a little disturbed.
The red blade of the Ten-Chi Ken was still humming in the air, she noticed absently while the echoes died off. Of course, a conceptual weapon meant to strike against mages would have to remain effective in the hands of a 'normal', person. I designed it that way. But, I've probably only got two slashes left, before the internal reserves wear out. Of course, it worked once on him. No telling if the 'curse' would be effective if used against him again. No sense in not trying though, if this doesn't pan out.
"So, Jags, what's it going to be? Kill me? Run away before the pretty boy gets curious? Try and contain Alexandria? Or something else? Kidnap and torture, maybe? But you're smart. Perhaps you have already have a different plan worked out already? But is it one I've predicted? Is it something I anticipated, but just haven't told you yet? The key thing to remember here, is that everything's still going according to plan, for me." I'm just not mentioning how much I planned in advance. Although, I did predict that I would probably loose all my magic doing this. Well, for a certain value of 'all', I suppose. Starting over would hurt, and be hard, but it's not like learning the first time was easy either. On the plus side, I now know that elemental magic falls outside of his control. Something to keep in mind, if I ever decide to go charging in against some great big bad 'Master of Darkness' again.
Assuming I survive this one, anyway.
"So then, Jagannatha, what will you do?"
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"And you still believe yourself able to destroy me, or, failing that, that the Remnant would do the job for you." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Foolish mortal. You think he would care about someone like you? You know just as little of him as he does of you. We have had our eyes on him for some time, and even I can see that he only cares for the one Refugee, and no other. Why should he endanger himself for a pathetic creature like you? And even if he should choose to move against me, as you have, he would not be capable of killing me. My host, perhaps, but he is nothing short of a vessel, all the better for interacting with my allies, and fools such as yourself. Kill him, if you so desire. It would not matter."
I, uh. I disagree, dude, Patsy protested timidly. It matters. A lot. So what if you don't need my body, I do! I like being alive!
Jagannatha turned suddenly, taking a few ambling steps as he surveyed the damaged throne room. "Look at what you have done to my throne," he murmured angrily. "A beautiful trophy, wasted." He turned back to her. "But that is all you can do. Boast all you like. I have been following you and your actions, just as surely as the Remnant. You have nothing left to fight with, or very little. Lie there and accept your fate gracefully, Denizen of Light. You are outclassed."
He paced before her. "What will I do?" he echoed. Grimhilde groaned from somewhere nearby. Jagannatha paid her no mind as he walked, eyes on Hex the entire time. "There is no danger from the Remnant. Doubtless I can expect the same from you." He closed his eyes momentarily. They glittered in triumph upon opening again. "Alexandria's cage remains intact, but there is movement within. It seems that Chernabog is less than pleased with his guests."
She's got a point, though, Jag. What are we gonna do? I'd rather not have Sephiroth come flying in here and go all "One Winged Angel" on my ass, thanks.
Jagannatha hushed him, weighing out the options and finally coming to a stop. "You believe yourself clever, Hex. You've crafted yourself a respectable trump card. You've delivered yourself straight into the arms of death in order to make proper use of it. Somehow, you still think yourself able to attain complete victory over me, either by your own machinations, or by using others to do your dirty work. Perhaps congratulations are in order."
Uh, Jag? What are you doing? Patsy's voice took on a touch of panic.
He spread his arms wide, lips curling to form a smirk. Darkness rose from the ground, covering them both in a black shroud.
Jagannatha, what are you--
The voice was cut off entirely as they traveled. Jagannatha felt a light layer of sweat coat his skin. The transportation was taking much longer than it should have, and he should never have been so affected by it. Patsy's worries had been drowned out by the effort and concentration - a fact he was not at all comfortable facing, even if it granted him respite from the idiot's incessant commentary. The Darkness began to recede, and daylight shone down on the two as it had not in the Radiant Garden's throne room. Dust was in the air, the barren ground crackling under their sudden, unexpected weight. Thousands of colorless keys glittered in the sun, only serving to emphasize what a wasteland this world had become.
Having expected Jagannatha's arrival, a group approached, each bearing a key similar to those surrounding them all, but these bore color and chains, their power very clearly still alive. They stood behind him, staring curiously at the girl, but none spoke a word.
Jagannatha stood before Hex, smirk turning into a full grin. "Congratulations, Denizen of Light," he shouted. "Congratulations on finding the most direct path to your death."
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How predictable. But why is there still a Denizen of Light outside of Alexandria?
Of course he'd thought Jagannatha would end up here eventually. He just didn't really expect to be right.
I suppose I shouldn't let him kill her.
Since his power came mostly from Darkness he wasn't quite sure what he could do. Killing Jaggy's host would be an inconvenience at best.
He absently picked up a fist sized rock.
I'm not sure getting too close is a good idea. Hmm... She'd almost die laughing if it works...
He opened a Corridor. When the other end appeared, right behind the girl, the rock flew out of it, aimed right for Jagannatha's head.
The Boss theme is Nightmare Fiction!
So, let's analyze the situation. These are the forces I'm fighting. A living wannabe avatar of Darkness, with enough power to forcibly transport the both of us to another dimension. Not to mention I don't know much about the Graveyard, so the environment here has fairly high odds of being able to kill me. Plus, he's got at least five Keyblade users over there.
What've I got?
My wits, One more frag grenade, one WP grenade, two more slashes in the Ten-Chi Ken, and that's it.
The grenades which were only really useful with the element of surprise, and against a Keyblader who drew their power from within the Ten-Chi Ken would be about as useful as a flashlight.
Hex drew herself up straight, looking Jagannatha directly in the eye. She had stopped laughing.
"You know, I don't really like that path. I suppose I'll just have to make another one, again."
She still had that same grin.
Damn it. Fancy posturing and cool words won't get me out of this alive, but neither will negative thinking! There's always a way to survive! Just grit your teeth, stand up and think!
She felt as much as heard the rock whiz by her ear. Her head jerked back, spotting the Corridor it had been thrown from. Not even looking around to see if the rock stuck Jagannatha or not, she threw herself through.
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Fortunately, it wasn't, meaning most of Jagannatha's dignity could remain intact. That did not, however, mean that it didn't take a small hit as the rock clipped him. Oh, no. One of the Keybearers behind him failed to stifle a laugh at the scene, quieting only upon realizing that Hex had fled and that there would be hell to pay.
Jagannatha, for his part, didn't move an inch, even when the first spots of blood started to slowly trickle down his forehead. "Find her," he ordered his Keybearers, staring at the place where the portal had been. "Find her, and kill her. Make sure she will never be capable of defying us again."
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Oh, thank god. I don't think I've been this happy to be right in a long time.
"Yo." She spent a second flat on the ground, just relishing the fact that she was still alive. A relieved sigh flowed out of her mouth. Right in time for her to hear Jagannatha's declaration.
Immediately, she planted her hands on the ground, and began to push herself up.
"Thanks for the save. May as well be honest. 'M Hex. You're Seph, right?"
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"Correct," he muttered quietly. He looked at Hex, pondering. It seemed even the so called First Darkness couldn't trace someone's Dark Corridor.
"It seems we're in quite a difficult situation." His attention was more focused on possible ambush as he spoke. "Keybearers are not to be taken lightly and we do not have numbers on our side."
But with the keybearers searching for Hex it may be the best time to take a shot at Jagannatha.
"If you have any plans, now may be the only chance you have to fill me in on them."
He'd been putting off coming up with a plan until he found out what exactly he'd be fighting. The addition of several keybearers made things far more complicated.
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"In most of my plans for this situation, I'd be about a dozen worlds away, leaving about four or five false trails. I don't have the advantage of my magic right now, so that's not an option. Give me a second to think."
New plan.
I don't have much fight in me, and I'm not sure just how much more juice Jagannatha has in him. Mix in the five Keybladers, and in a direct confrontation, we're toast.
Luckily, non-linear combat planning is a specialy of mine.
First, the win condition: Neautralization of Jagannatha. The Ten-Chi Ken has only two slashes left in it, but if I break the regulator it should be able to manage one 'Overload' slash, before the fiddly bits fuse. Well, either that or it'll explode. If one slash managed to weaken him like this, that 'Overload' slash should send him packing.
Now, how do we get it there? Well, that's easy enough. Seph can use corridors, and I don't think Jags is up to blocking them right now. A distraction to draw attention, and then have the attacker sneak up on the bastard. Crit' him, and that should be game over. Hopefully. Either way, since that leaves the Keybladers still, our best bet would be to make a very hasty retreat to... well, anywhere but here, really.
"Got it. Now, two questions. One, how good are you at using corridors in rapid succesion during combat? And two, what kind of weapons did you bring?"
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"And I have two swords. My usual blade and one other."
He didn't feel like saying what the other is out loud at the moment but, it should be easy enough to figure out that it was Aria's sword.
He sighed. "This is really a job for a Keybearer," he muttered under his breath.
He supposed there weren't really any better options than attempting to get a shot in on Jaggy and retreating if that failed.
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"Now, listen up. I want you to throw me down in front of Jagannatha. If you don't mind lending me a sword, then I'll be borrowing one. I'm not much good with them, but I'll need a weapon to be a credible distraction. Meantime, you'll be taking this." She held up the Ten-Chi Ken in it's powered down state. She had used a toy lightsaber hilt as the base for it. She flicked the switch into it's on position, revealing the crimson blade. She switched it off a second later. I've got to conserve the power.
"I managed to knock Jags down a peg or five in power levels with this. I call it the Ten-Chi Ken. I'm going to overload it, and put everything it's got into one more slash. After that, the internal bits and pieces either fuse, or explode. All you have to do, is get a clean hit on him with it, and it should bring him down even more. It ignores most defenses, so you should be able to hit him, no problem. From there, either his link with Patsy will be severed, his power knocked down to a more manageable level, or he'll get smart and warp all his assets to try and kill us. Anyway, running would be a good idea. Corridor out as soon as you can, and make sure you grab me too. I'm not too optimistic on my odds of fighting Keybladers for a span of time greater than fifteen seconds." Hex took a deep breath, before continuing.
"In short, I'll distract him. You get in close as you can, and hit him with the Ten-Chi Ken. Then, we portal out, and run like hell. Assuming we live that long, I'll make something up when we get away alive. Any questions?"
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It was letting her use Aria's sword that he didn't like. She was unlikely to be able to even fake trying to use his.
He frowned but, held out the hilt of the Master Sword replica in acceptance of the plan.
"Do not lose this sword." That was his only warning. If she dropped it he'd retrieve it before getting them safely away. It was selfish he knew. Swords could be retrieved or replaced later after all but, he didn't care.
"Whenever you're ready then." He was already planning his angle of attack and the getaway. It really depended on how fast the dark key-bearers responded to the attack and whether they were found the few moments before they were ready to even launch it.
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A Master Sword? Why would he care about a- Ah. I see.
"I'll do my best not to lose it." Hex took a deep breath. A strange emotion fiddled in her chest. Envy? Jealosy? Loneliness? It didn't matter. "You know, you really are something else. She's lucky to have you."
"No time like the present. If we survive, remind me that I owe the two of you a favor or two."
She closed her eyes, and took one last breath. This might actually BE my last breath. It tasted of dust, and copper.
"Alright. Open up a corridor there for me, and let's get started."
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Before he opened the corridor he made sure his own sword was ready to be drawn from the bag of holding he carried it in.
Any more words seemed pointless now. He scanned their immediate area quickly before he opened the portal for her.
He couldn't delay his own assault for more than a second or two after hers if he intended for the both of them to get away alive. After all, even if it worked there were still the keybearers to deal with.
He intended to come out a bit behind Jagannatha and already swinging the weapon when he opened his own portal.
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And landed, again, flat on her face.
That was totally part of the plan. I need to appear weak, and like I've been thrown through. Now, if only my nose would agree with that...
Rising to her feet much quicker this time, she spotted Jagannatha quite easily. Along with his many key bearers, who suddenly had twins.
Focus! This isn't the time to lose against a concussion.
"Well, that didn't go as planned." Stagger, just a little. You're a distraction, so distract. Appear a little fearful, and weak. Keep your eyes open, and try really hard NOT to die. She forced her arms to cooperate, getting the sword into something resembling a guard position.
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He didn't dare wait more than a few seconds. The enemy was prone towards dramatics but, might have learned to keep it short by now.
One keyblader would be a challenge. Several... Well he didn't really want to think about fighting so many by himself. Even if he hit he had to be ready to run. Only a fool would feel like a coward for running with those odds.
Weapon at the ready he opened the portal and stepped through...
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One of the keybladers stepped forward, and zipped across the gap between Hex and Jagannatha. She barely managed to get her own sword up in time, but rather than strike another blow, he held his blade and pushed her back.
"Unlike you." He grinned. "You seem to have a problem with that. You threw away your power, and held onto, what, some silly ideal that somehow everything could work out? That you, some silly little human could fight this? With a flick of my wrist-" He forced the blade forward again, throwing Hex back. "I can send you flying. With a stomp of my boot-" He dashed forward again, at impossible speed, before she had even landed. His foot crashed down into her stomach. "I can bring you crashing right back down into the dirt."
His head tilted bit to the left. "You know, if I were some normal human, I'd probably say something about it being rude that I didn't introduce myself. But then, that would be if I were human. Thanks to Jagannatha, I am more than human. I have power. I have strength. But you... You don't even count anymore. No magic, no enchantments, no more of your little toys. I'll bet you don't even know how to use that sword. Now, you are nothing more than a pathetic-" He twisted the boot,"-wimpy-" up, and then down into another stomp, "-weak little human who can do nothing but wait for the inevitable, like cattle to the slaughter."
His crimson eyes lit up again, with a strangely deviant look to them.
"You know, I wonder..." He brought his keyblade's point over her chest. "Jagannatha wants you dead. Buuuuut, that's a little boring. What if I were to take your Heart, and feed it to the Heartless? That'd kill you pretty dead, too."
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