Guardians of the halls of Heart, when we from our home depart...

[wrfm-mods.livejournal.com]

Who: Everyone who wants to fight or help
What: The Denizens of Light have broken free and are now faced with the First Darkness itself. What will be the fate of the World?
Where: The Keyblade Graveyard

The Door opened, and Light rushed forth.

"NO!" the Keybearer screamed, the sound fading as he was engulfed. Light, True Light, washed over everyone in waves, coming and coming and never seeming to end until all of Alexandria was covered beneath the shroud locking it in. Chernabog, met with an enemy he could not easily stand against even without his current wounds, shielded his eyes and vanished. There came a cracking sound, elevating in volume until it became thunder.

Weakened by the Ten-Chi Ken, under the pressing weight of its true enemy at full strength, the cage of Darkness shattered.

True Light cradled its children, lovingly soothing and rejuvenating any who might need it. There came a gentle pulling sensation, and all were taken to where they belonged, where their Hearts wanted them to be. As one, the worlds were covered in Light, and Denizens deposited in exactly where they should be. One such world, a desolate land of lifeless keys, experienced much the same, but only those who were ready and willing to fight were left here, faced with an enemy decided by their very nature.

The First Darkness looked on in outraged revulsion, Light prickling at his skin.

They will decide their own fates. The words simply appeared in his head with no voice to speak them, not even Patrick. You cannot do that for them, no matter your power.

And so the Light faded, lingering only a moment longer to fortify those left to oppose the Darkness. The Keybearers stood at the forefront, each grasping their key in hand. Their allies were gathered behind them, some looking confused and scared, others excited and determined, with every emotion in between. The forces of Darkness looked meager in comparison, with only the debilitated First Darkness himself and his handful of Keybearers. Jagannatha's expression twisted into a grotesque sneer, gold eyes blazing with something like elation as he whispered quietly to himself. Mere moments later, hundreds, perhaps even thousands of Heartless and Nobodies were appearing at their sides, quickly outnumbering the Denizens of Light.

"You found it then," he growled, addressing all of them at once. "I find that I am hardly surprised. Your kind were always stubborn, weren't you? Small matter. Once the lot of you are crushed, the remaining Denizens of Light will have no one. It will be so much simpler to keep them caged when all that's left of their fighting spirit has been destroyed beyond hope. They'll be the perfect little pets for us. And it will be so much more enjoyable to watch them break."

In a moment, he was a mere step away from Sora, brandishing a blade of pure Darkness in his face. The boy rolled in a dodge, and Jagannatha agilely turned to follow. That was all the indication his Keybearers needed.

The final battle had begun.

OOC Notes:
- Everyone coming from within Alexandria has been fully healed by the Light.
- Those Denizens of Light outside of Alexandria may be touched by the Light if they so choose, meaning you will be healed and transported to where you need to be, as well.
- Light magic is fully restored. Reverse Cure is no longer an issue.
- Dark magic has been weakened by the Ten-Chi Ken, but is still fully accessible.
- Refugees will be fighting either one of the five Dark Keybearers, members of the Academy of Shadows if they join the fray, or Heartless and Nobodies. Keybearers have the distinct advantage here in one-on-one combat.
- If you have any questions, please take them over here.

Comments

Starts off epic battle with sap >.>;;;

[ariakitsune.livejournal.com]

Aria had only one thought once she realized she was no longr in Alexandria.

"Seph!" She all but ignored the battle that had started almost immediately. The possibility that Seph wasn't alive or even just not on the same world was ignored.

Wherever he was, he wasn't within her sight. She set off determined to find him and only fighting whatever got in her way.

It was a sappy thought but, she was certain she'd know if he wasn't alive. She'd concentrate on the battle soon. She just really needed to see him first.

[belegwen.livejournal.com]

Mabry drew in a deep breath for what seemed the first time in forever. There was no catch in her lungs, no pain in her chest. The power within her felt pure again, all green and living and brilliant. Perhaps she would not be useless in this fray after all.

[malumsomnium.livejournal.com]

Medrau caught her sister's eyes from across the battlefield, and smiled.

She had kept her distance until now, not dedicated enough to her act of loyalty to actually risk herself in a fight for Jagannatha, and certainly not foolish enough to challenge him. This, however, was a different opportunity. She couldn't care less if this incarnation of the dark lord won or lost, but neither could she resist a chance to 'play' with the Refugees.

[belegwen.livejournal.com]

Mabry frowned slightly, but tightened the grip on the staff that until recently had been all that supported her. Once she had favored the sword in combat, but experience had taught her that she was better with a staff anyway. Not that fighting had been much of an option recently. But now it was an option again, and she was glad that the weapon she possessed was one that would not do her sister's body lasting harm.

Yet, she knew all too well that this battle would occur more with words than weapons. The true task was not to defeat Medrau in battle, but to draw the other half of her sister's spirit into the fray and hopefully back into control. Only how could it be done?

[malumsomnium.livejournal.com]

Medrau knew what was expected of her, and she almost scoffed at the thought of it. There was little doubt that Mabry was preparing for one of those dramatic, fantasy novel conflicts, full of bold, meaningful words shot back and forth until one or the other folded. It was tempting, really, but Medrau had been listening to Hex's rambles about the ways of this universe - the predictability of Good versus Evil. On a fair field, Mabry would win, nomatter how much confidence Maleficent's student had in herself. It was, after all, two against one.

She'd just have to make the field unfair.

Still smiling, she twirled Song's glaive casually in one hand and then held out the other, curling her fingers in a gesture of beckoning.

[belegwen.livejournal.com]

Mabry held her staff in a defensive position and resisted the temptation to close with Medrau. It had been too long since she had sparred with her sister and she had little idea of how their skills compared. While her body was healed, she herself was out of condition. Physical combat was not her friend. Her allies would be words and magic . . . and perhaps trickery if it came to that.

"Do you remember when we found Pixel?" Mabry asked in a softer tone of voice than was usual for her. "And after we took him back to your house and fed him, I told you a story from Robert Heinlein? From The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress?"

Words, she thought again. And if this fails, there was always plan b.

[malumsomnium.livejournal.com]

She did not remember nor did she care, and she was not about to let herself be led down this path. Nostalgia was a ridiculous weapon to be defeated by.

However... this would be easier if Mabry thought she had a chance at winning with only words.

A quick glance around confirmed that Medrau was still well clear of the other combatants. Keeping her eyes on her sister, she reversed her grip on the glaive and thrust it into the dry ground, then took several steps back, leaving it to stand like one of the sentinal keyblades. Disarmed, she once again smiled and beckoned Mabry closer.

Fast lane through a hurricane~

[ryuuzoku-aya.livejournal.com]

In her current condition, the healing touch of the Light was a welcomed thing, easily counteracting the darkness Chernabog had all but soaked her and Quetzalcoatl in. When Aya appeared, Quetzalcoatl had vanished, returned to the summon gem around her neck.

She tugged her goggles downward around her neck and looked around in wonder, recognizing this Keyblade Graveyard from cutscenes on Youtube. Jagannatha spoke and she whipped around to face him, returning his sneer. "Never!" she growled defiantly, hair on the back of her neck standing up as thousands of Heartless and Nobodies rose to surround them.

Flicking her wrist, the Spine ejected itself into Aya's left hand. Her eyes scanned beyond Jagannatha, surprised to see that there were several Keybearers on his side. "Keybearers?! You've gotta be kidding me, how the hell are so many working for him?!" She actually hesitated now. In the past there were many times her wrist got slapped for picking something that just wasn't her fight. Xemnas in particular came to mind.

"I can't fight those, I'm not a Keybearer...I don't have a pure heart, I don't got some special prophesy or destiny on my side." she murmured, considering throwing her weight behind taking out the encroaching Heartless instead.

Aya cringed and lurched forward, hand tightening on her strange-looking weapon. "...it hasn't. It doesn't matter! I'm a fuckin' Denizen of Light! SCREW YOU ASSHOLES WITH A RUSTY GARDEN HOSE! YOU AIN'T GONNA BREAK ME!!"

Of the five Keybearers, she chose the nearest and charged.

[wr-npc.livejournal.com]

The Spine collided with a wickedly curved surface, flashes of crimson light erupting from the intricately-designed blade. A pair of a dark brown eyes lifted to meet Aya's, but there was no grin of triumphant spreading across the young man's face - instead, a grimace marred his face as the charge of the two magical weapons sparked between them.

"Confident words," he grumbled, adjusting his footing to give himself more ground. "Won't mean anything soon."

[ryuuzoku-aya.livejournal.com]

It's funny, Aya could have sworn this guy was just as unenthusiastic about fighting her as she was any of them a few moments before. Well too bad for him.

Aya gave a bit of pushback against the keyblade for about a second before drawing back, carefully disengaging in a way that wouldn't make the Spine's serrated edges get caught. Her eyes narrowed and she circled him, shifting her free hand down to her weapon to hold it with a two-handed grip.

She smirked at him, "Only 'cause I don't have a rusty garden hose with me. What made you fall so far that you'd side with the First Darkness? You've got a keyblade."

Not really waiting for him to answer that question, Aya rushed in with a sudden overhead swing.

[wr-npc.livejournal.com]

"Really doesn't like much to be afraid of," the young man said with a twitch of a shrug. He mimicked her movements, holding up the keyblade with one hand in a posture that was neither defensive nor offensive - he was waiting for her to make a move. A grin appeared on his face, but only briefly. "Maybe it was because I was having these weird thoughts lately."

The moment she launched herself at him, his stance immediately shifted into a defensive one as he raised the keyblade to block the attack. In his free hand, dark energies coalesced into a violet orb of crackling magic and he swung it at her unprotected side, his own smile vanishing again.

[ryuuzoku-aya.livejournal.com]

Overhead swings never DID work with a frontal attack, did they? Aya was actually rather aware of this and was more than prepared to suddenly lift her right knee and snap the ball of her foot out at his midsection. Only after she actually launched the kick did she realize this guy actually was able to block the blow with one hand on his weapon. That other one...

In less than a second she was staggering sideways, a one-handed grip on her weapon as the other held her side where the dark magic was slapped into her flank. A grimace creeped across her face, air hissed between her teeth. In spite of the pretty serious pain that magic had incurred, she forced herself to keep moving, circling around him until she had a good shot at jabbing his flank. "Weird thoughts?"

[fox_the_kitsune]

Fox really hated teleporting and world shifts, regardless of cause. In this case, though, she supposed she couldn't complain. This was where the battle was, so this was where everyone who could and would fight needed to be.

She pointedly avoided the Dark Keybearers, knowing full well she could't take any of them. Instead, she turned her attention to Heartless and specifcally to keeping them away from interfering with the battles between Keybearers. Sora and the others had their hands full as it was.

[hocketypockety.livejournal.com]

In the skies about the battle, taking out any and all flying Heartless and Nobodes it encountered, was a bespectacled blue dragon with noticeable white whiskers.

Merlin didn't question why the Light had sent him here. Besides being reasonably certain he knew, there was also just no point in arguing with it. Everyone had a part to play. He was playing his. So it was that he'd taken to the skies, noticing his allies were a bit lacking at the moment in aerial support. He changed forms here and there where it suited the situation, but for the most part, the dragon seemed most useful.

That the Heartless seemed to be aware that the true form of their opponent was that of an old wizard seemed to be working in his favor.

"Ha-HA! Underestimating an old man, are you?"

Admittedly, he could likely take on Jagannatha and the Dark Keybearers, but that wasn't his fight. Sora and the others could handle them. In that, he had faith.

[creepy-son-of-a.livejournal.com]

Seph was a bit startled by the Light. At least, aside from a bit of itching, it didn't harm him.

He nearly grinned when he saw that some of the Refugees and Sora's group had somehow been transported here. The only reason he didn't was that he couldn't see Aria.

He thought he heard her voice calling his name but, by the time he turned to look the chaos of battle was obstructing his view.

He unleashed a barrage of Shadow Flares at the sudden hoard of heartless and then set off to find Aria. There was no way he could properly concentrate on the battle until he saw her.

*tries to breathe some life into this log* Where the hell is everyone?

[thirteenth_brat]

Being healed was a plus. Being out of Alexandria was also a plus. Roxas wasn't so sure being transported to the Keyblade Graveyard was such a plus, though, especially when the first opponent he ran into was another Keybearer.

Maybe it didn't matter. He was ready, Oblivion in one hand, Bond of Flame in the other. He would get through this bastard and go and help Sora with Jagannatha. There was no question on that.

Re: *tries to breathe some life into this log* Where the hell is everyone?

[wr-npc.livejournal.com]

The other Keybearer was a lean slender figure of indeterminate gender. He or she held a very long, slender Keyblade that strongly resembled a fencing epee with a series of jagged teeth near the edge, though the wire-thin blade seemed to be edged in monofilament. The other hand held a small buckler, suitable for defense in rapid-paced fencing match.

The Keybearer made a brief salute with the tip of his or her blade, then darted in a quick stab towards Roxas' upper arm.

Re: *tries to breathe some life into this log* Where the hell is everyone?

[thirteenth_brat]

If Roxas didn't know Keyblades well enough, he'd swear that one would look flimsy. He knew better, though. Thin and flimsy as it looked, it was probably just as sturdy as his own...

...And coming in at him for a stab faster than he'd expected. His own quick reflexes meant he got no more than a scratch as he dodged back and to the side, but he cursed the small lapse in his guard that allowed even that. And he seriously doubted this other Keybearer was starting out this battle with the best of their ability.

Putting in some distance, he began casting a spell under his breath, but he wouldn't release it until his opponent made his/her/its next move.

Re: *tries to breathe some life into this log* Where the hell is everyone?

[wr-npc.livejournal.com]

His opponent moved forward in short hops, legs remaining approximately the same distance apart, balance carefully centers over the two limbs. The tip of the keyblade moved delicately with only slight changes in its angle, appearing perhaps to waver, before plunging forward towards Roxas' other arm.

[thirteenth_brat]

First a stab aimed at his right, now at his left. Why was this bastard (bitch?) aiming to wound rather than kill?

Not that it mattered much. In a better position to guard this time, Roxas caught the blade on the teeth of Oblivion, deflecting it up as he pointed Bond of Flame under the raised weapons and at the opponent's middle to cast Firaga.

He hadn't forgotten about the buckler, but he seriously doubted it would block a boosted Firaga cast from a full mana pool all that well.

Yay for Sora?

[wr-npc.livejournal.com]

Once again Sora found himself fighting a form of the First Darkness. Once again, everything was resting on him, his fellow light keybearers and the Refugees.

This was par for the course and he supposed he wouldn't expect anything less at this point.

Jagannatha hadn't given him any chance to respond to the gloating and anyway the only response he felt like giving right now was a Keyblade to the face. He'd have to get there first, but he was working on that, dodging the dark one's attacks and countering where he could. If he just find an opening...

[firstmaster.livejournal.com]

"Is this the best the Chosen of Light can do?" Jagannatha growled, locking blades with the boy. Sparks of light and shadow burst from the swords on contact, momentarily blocking his view. In his other hand, he summoned fire and threw it at Sora's side, arm, whatever he could hit, the purple flames hungrily licking out for a target.

[wr-npc.livejournal.com]

Sora hissed in pain as the fire seared his arm, forcing him to shift his grip on his weapon and give up a little ground. Cursing under his breath, he broke the clinch and leaped back, putting some distance between himself and his opponent.

Rather than respond to Jagannatha's taunting, he fell back into a ready stance briefly before casting his own spell. He didn't direct the spell with the Keyblade as he normally did, instead tossing the Blizzard in with one hand and then as the spell was underway, drawing back and tossing the Keyblade behind it. If his timing was good, the Keyblade should strike just after the Blizzard either connected or was blocked.

He seriously doubted that this would give him enough of a lull to do more for his burn than use the remaining chill in his hands from the Blizzard spell to soothe said burn. He would heal it properly when he could do so safely. For the moment, he was ready for his and his opponent's next moves.

[firstmaster.livejournal.com]

Jagannatha followed immediately, brandishing his dark blade. The Blizzard spell nearly hit him in the face in his eagerness to end this pointless fight. He reared back just in time, however, and it hit on his collarbone, ice spreading in a thin layer over his neck and chest. Teeth gritted at the sudden cold, he hardly had time to register the Keyblade that followed it, and was knocked back. His head reeled, but he was back into a defensive crouch by the time the Keyblade returned to Sora's hand.

[wr-npc.livejournal.com]

Catching Jagannatha so thoroughly off guard was unexpected, but it also gave an opportunity. Bracing for whatever counter might come, Sora closed the distance, leading with the Keyblade in a low swing aimed his opponent's belly.

He knew his friends were trying to get to him to help, but he couldn't blame them if it didn't happen. The enemy had summoned all the help he could get.