Two connected, then he managed to hold up a hand again, trying to use the power again, but the bombardment of attacks continued. Rep just couldn't react fast enough, until Xemnas backed off again. Stunned, Rep could only breathe for a moment.
"Too bad." He held out his hand again, stealing away another tendril of energy from Xemnas. "Because I'd really like to end yours." ['Before I disappear again. This much I can handle. Focus on it. Maybe it's what I was created for, but this... this much I can manage before...']
Rep's thought bubble was now being clouded by words shared between people in Vatheon and pictures of the people themselves: Ventus, Kanji, N, Kairi, Naminé, Lea, a boy (Ritsuka) whom Rep still don't know a name for, and lastly Ryoji. They all wanted to help him, but they also made him think and feel things that were completely alien to him. It was frustrating, exhausting, and it'd been consuming him ever since his last conversation with Ryoji.
He wanted this, even if Xemnas didn't; he'd either come out victorious - and hopefully more satisfied - or he'd die trying. It spoke to Rep's mental state that he was equally fine with both options.
Rep shook all of it away before Corridor-stepping away again, a little farther out from the battlefield. He used Magnet Snatch once more, and that initiated a new sequence in his mind, mirrored in his thought bubble: "You should share your powers." It reverberated a little, as Rep's voice layered on top of Zexion's. Where Rep stood, thin lines of red energy swirled around him. Just beyond his boots, a wide mass of darkness spread out on the ground in a circle, covering the entire thoroughfare. At the center, a dark purple vortex surged upward, drawing Xemnas in.
The replica couldn't move, but he could think - stealing low-level attacks like this, it should trigger something else. There was more to Zexion's energy stores than this. He was able to sustain the Cyclone Snatch for 8 seconds, and then it vanished. Rep too vanished, as he Corridor stepped again to atop the building where he'd been hiding. ['That's nine quantities...'] His form started to flicker at the edges, though he paid it no mind. His sense of smell was getting better though - he and Xemnas were both experts at teleporting around a battlefield to their advantage. Rep followed the trail for a few Corridor steps, neither of them able to hit the other, before he finally appeared behind Xemnas.
"Looks like I have enough..." As Rep reached out for Xemnas, he thought it looked like the other man shrunk ever so slightly. Perhaps, it was all the swirling energies, but the gloves on his hands looked no brighter than black leather as he reached out to bear-hug Xemnas from behind. "Your end is near," he boasted. Bangs were getting in his way, but he just paid them no mind; that close, you can see through the thin strands, and he needed to finish the attack.
He glowed red and black, all of it arching up in a spherical shape around him, as he drained Xemnas of some of his health and replenished his own body with the same amount. While the combination of attacks left him in a great position for utilizing more power, to give Xemnas a run for his money, at this very moment he was right next to Xemnas. That left him extremely vulnerable to a counter-attack, and he still had no idea what had just happened to him, though it was probably clear as day to Xemnas.
[[OOC: Relevant threads for this CR can be found on Rep's Timeline]]
How foolish of himself. He gave the replication a moment of thought and suddenly he was drawing Xemnas into a proverbial corner. Not only was he prevented from moving or attacking, but Rep was able to follow it up with a health-draining attack? This was at least much better than all of Rep's efforts before that very moment. With Rep standing next to him, Xemnas' golden eyes slipped over to gaze at him, stare at him. There was no hate, no rage, no envy, distaste or even fear.
No, that was a momentary look of pure pity.
It didn't last, however. In a moment, he was gone. He may have had energy taken from him and it was quite true that it might have actually winded him a little, but that hardly meant anything in the long run. The fact there was an attack that might have done its assigned damage only means that the fight had just begun, and also that Xemnas was going to consider it 'started'. In his place, four glowing orbs of white-ish, reddish, orange-ish light just shown brightly in a nice and neat little column. To the average person they look quite harmless, but that person would be sadly, and possibly fatally, mistaken. These balls of lights were the early stages of his laser attacks and it was already far too late for no matter where Rep moved, they would be shooting after him one after another. Good thing they are single-use orb's, right? It would only take the better of five seconds before they started firing as well, so at least they are also prompt!
Except for the fact that if one looked up to see Xemnas standing ten feet away, facing the other with his arms spread out wide, Xemnas had at least five more at the ready.
"If that is the way you wish to play it, I am prepared to not only start fighting, but to kill you in effort to help you... see the light."
Rep's reaction time wasn't good enough to combat Xemnas's counter-attack; it took long enough just to find his darkness signature again. By the time Rep turned his head to face his opponent, one of the lasers had already impacted him and made him flinch a little. So much for that drained health to replenish him. He really should've tried practicing that more, and on top of that he was feeling a little weaker himself.
He should've paid more attention when Ventus explained about why touching the coral was important.
He dodged the second one, but got hit on the third. He was slowing down as the laser impacts stung his skin. His bodysuit protected him from any actual burning, but the sheer force behind each of those lasers hurt like a beast. So the fourth one got him in the back and sent him into a roll forward. He crouched there, fists clenched and gasping - waiting for the rest of the attacks to hit.
Turned away from Xemnas and still with Zexion's face, Rep actually smiled in relief. [ 'Finally.' ]
Ventus' explanation wasn't the only thing that the fake should have paid more attention to. Then again, someone had remained hidden nearby as well, sensing the energy clash from a distance. Hood up, it would have been difficult to decipher who it was that just warped between the attacks and the replication. Difficult, until he stood with his arms outstretched to his sides and shouted, "Guard!"
A shield of hexagonal dark magic pulsed into existence as the real thing held out his hands in front of him, palms out. His expression beneath the hood said it all; he greatly disapproved of this, though he truly had no say in Rep's actions. "You know, I never took you to be such an idiot, Caden." ...Lies; he kind of had.
Rep's head snapped up and he turned over his shoulder. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" He stood immediately. "This is my fight! I get to decide what-"
It started to dawn on him that the noticeable 'swish' of his psuedo-skirt had been replaced with the heavier sound of a thicker material slapping his legs.
"What happens..." He held out both hands, trying to figure out why he was suddenly wearing a wide-sleeved leather cloak like Riku's and Xemnas's and the rest of the organization members'.
"You're out of your mind." That was literally all he had to say on that. And... not like he could see what Rep was turning into, but he could hear the heavier sound of a leather coat - he knew it well, and that made him slightly concerned. ...Was he using the power he 'borrowed' too greatly? Then that would mean-
Riku took a peek after the ethereal blades struck his temporary shield one by one, eyes widening at the sight. Zexion... Of course. And should he choose to use another's power too much, would he end up the same way? Yes. ['Guess "the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree" is an accurate statement...] Still, he had no interest in attacking Xemnas - he knew full well what that could mean. Instead he focused on defending. After all, he was the less aggressive of the two. "Then decide it: live for your friends or die here."
His gaze fell on Xemnas as Soul Eater appeared in his hand. ...He was in for it too now, wasn't he.
He needed only that second. Speed itself was not his strong suit, but the fact that he could was what was truly important. The fact that he could and did was all that mattered. He was finished with this battle. He was ending it. Nothing else would done after this next attack of his and he was going to make sure of it. Time was given to both the replica and Riku to stop this pointless fight and now it was his turn, and he was choosing to end it with violence.
At least four dozen lasers sounded violent enough to him.
His role in all of this? To stand there and took quite both fed up and bored. It wasn't even interesting. It was just time-consuming and had destroyed his walk. He was done and he was going home. While he would have rather not dragged "his pupil" into the matter, what was done was done. He could do or say nothing else on the subject.
The lasers were set, glowing and firing. The reached all sorts of heights and ranges, but one thing was the same between them all:
Rep was the one facing Xemnas at this point, bangs and different body be damned. He could've simply Corridor Stepped out of the way, or jumped, or counterattacked - but he didn't. "You're in the way," he hissed, and prepped a Dark Firaga in his left hand. He held it up as the lasers approached, and then...
Sent it hurtling into Riku's side.
Of course the spell didn't hit Riku - his battle instincts were too honed by this point - and he simply jump-dodged off to Rep's right and out of the way. In doing so, however, he also got away from the impact point of the lasers.
Rep kept his arm extended, the last bits of darkness billowing away as a smirk crept onto his face.
Then the lasers hit, one after another, making Rep's body twitch in mid-air from the pain. All he tried to do was dodge up or down, not side to side, and even then by halfway through the onslaught, he was out of steam and dazed. He fell to one knee on the ground, and then the last laser hit, knocking him over on his side. Like stained glass fragments falling out of a window, Zexion's form gave way to Rep's again trailing darkness strands and data streaks all the while. His blade was nowhere to be found, and he wasn't moving at all. Then Rep's own form started to dissolve as well, in a way all too familiar to Riku.
So much for preventing another suicide-by-proxy attempt...
"No!" Riku swore under his breath, unable to look away. Fake was an idiot; there was no longer any doubt about that.To think he and who knows how many others were willing to give the ball of data and emo mode a chance to live again, then he went ahead and pulled this stunt. It was ridiculous, and something he wanted to punch Rep in the face for.
...But the lasers were doing the job for him, and now it was just a horrid reminder of what Sora would be up against once he woke up in the outside world. No. No way-
To hell with his instincts to get the hell out of dodge, soon as the second to last laser struck, he was rushing back over to Rep's side. Suicidal piece of- Riku shook the thought from his mind, letting the blindfold slip to across his neck as he knelt down next to his fake. "You idiot..."
He doesn't care if his own form begins to flicker to that of a taller man he despises with all of his being or not; all he does care about is giving the idiot hell for however long his data and darkness take to fade. For all the stupidity he'd committed in the last twenty-six days, and all the hurt his death (again) was going to cause for those who actually gave a damn.
Xemnas could feel that darkness within Riku swelling, but he chose not to comment on it. Instead, he placed a hand to his chest, checking his own well being. It was a mistake to be so anxious. So many blades at ones was not smart, but it did it's job and didn't place him in any danger. No, it would be better to say he was not put in danger, but it was not something to mimic again so soon. How odd to feel that there truly is a limit to the power of nothing.
Yet he did not leave. It was a thought that crossed his mind, but he did not flee. He just looked upon the scene and then looked away. He knew that Riku wouldn't fight him like the replication did. The least he could do was credit that Riku was far smarter than the other. However, he was not going to tempt it.
"Too bad." He held out his hand again, stealing away another tendril of energy from Xemnas. "Because I'd really like to end yours." ['Before I disappear again. This much I can handle. Focus on it. Maybe it's what I was created for, but this... this much I can manage before...']
Rep's thought bubble was now being clouded by words shared between people in Vatheon and pictures of the people themselves: Ventus, Kanji, N, Kairi, Naminé, Lea, a boy (Ritsuka) whom Rep still don't know a name for, and lastly Ryoji. They all wanted to help him, but they also made him think and feel things that were completely alien to him. It was frustrating, exhausting, and it'd been consuming him ever since his last conversation with Ryoji.
He wanted this, even if Xemnas didn't; he'd either come out victorious - and hopefully more satisfied - or he'd die trying. It spoke to Rep's mental state that he was equally fine with both options.
Rep shook all of it away before Corridor-stepping away again, a little farther out from the battlefield. He used Magnet Snatch once more, and that initiated a new sequence in his mind, mirrored in his thought bubble: "You should share your powers." It reverberated a little, as Rep's voice layered on top of Zexion's. Where Rep stood, thin lines of red energy swirled around him. Just beyond his boots, a wide mass of darkness spread out on the ground in a circle, covering the entire thoroughfare. At the center, a dark purple vortex surged upward, drawing Xemnas in.
The replica couldn't move, but he could think - stealing low-level attacks like this, it should trigger something else. There was more to Zexion's energy stores than this. He was able to sustain the Cyclone Snatch for 8 seconds, and then it vanished. Rep too vanished, as he Corridor stepped again to atop the building where he'd been hiding. ['That's nine quantities...'] His form started to flicker at the edges, though he paid it no mind. His sense of smell was getting better though - he and Xemnas were both experts at teleporting around a battlefield to their advantage. Rep followed the trail for a few Corridor steps, neither of them able to hit the other, before he finally appeared behind Xemnas.
"Looks like I have enough..." As Rep reached out for Xemnas, he thought it looked like the other man shrunk ever so slightly. Perhaps, it was all the swirling energies, but the gloves on his hands looked no brighter than black leather as he reached out to bear-hug Xemnas from behind. "Your end is near," he boasted. Bangs were getting in his way, but he just paid them no mind; that close, you can see through the thin strands, and he needed to finish the attack.
He glowed red and black, all of it arching up in a spherical shape around him, as he drained Xemnas of some of his health and replenished his own body with the same amount. While the combination of attacks left him in a great position for utilizing more power, to give Xemnas a run for his money, at this very moment he was right next to Xemnas. That left him extremely vulnerable to a counter-attack, and he still had no idea what had just happened to him, though it was probably clear as day to Xemnas.
[[OOC: Relevant threads for this CR can be found on Rep's Timeline]]
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No, that was a momentary look of pure pity.
It didn't last, however. In a moment, he was gone. He may have had energy taken from him and it was quite true that it might have actually winded him a little, but that hardly meant anything in the long run. The fact there was an attack that might have done its assigned damage only means that the fight had just begun, and also that Xemnas was going to consider it 'started'. In his place, four glowing orbs of white-ish, reddish, orange-ish light just shown brightly in a nice and neat little column. To the average person they look quite harmless, but that person would be sadly, and possibly fatally, mistaken. These balls of lights were the early stages of his laser attacks and it was already far too late for no matter where Rep moved, they would be shooting after him one after another. Good thing they are single-use orb's, right? It would only take the better of five seconds before they started firing as well, so at least they are also prompt!
Except for the fact that if one looked up to see Xemnas standing ten feet away, facing the other with his arms spread out wide, Xemnas had at least five more at the ready.
"If that is the way you wish to play it, I am prepared to not only start fighting, but to kill you in effort to help you... see the light."
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He should've paid more attention when Ventus explained about why touching the coral was important.
He dodged the second one, but got hit on the third. He was slowing down as the laser impacts stung his skin. His bodysuit protected him from any actual burning, but the sheer force behind each of those lasers hurt like a beast. So the fourth one got him in the back and sent him into a roll forward. He crouched there, fists clenched and gasping - waiting for the rest of the attacks to hit.
Turned away from Xemnas and still with Zexion's face, Rep actually smiled in relief. [ 'Finally.' ]
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A shield of hexagonal dark magic pulsed into existence as the real thing held out his hands in front of him, palms out. His expression beneath the hood said it all; he greatly disapproved of this, though he truly had no say in Rep's actions. "You know, I never took you to be such an idiot, Caden." ...Lies; he kind of had.
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It started to dawn on him that the noticeable 'swish' of his psuedo-skirt had been replaced with the heavier sound of a thicker material slapping his legs.
"What happens..." He held out both hands, trying to figure out why he was suddenly wearing a wide-sleeved leather cloak like Riku's and Xemnas's and the rest of the organization members'.
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Riku took a peek after the ethereal blades struck his temporary shield one by one, eyes widening at the sight. Zexion... Of course. And should he choose to use another's power too much, would he end up the same way? Yes. ['Guess "the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree" is an accurate statement...] Still, he had no interest in attacking Xemnas - he knew full well what that could mean. Instead he focused on defending. After all, he was the less aggressive of the two. "Then decide it: live for your friends or die here."
His gaze fell on Xemnas as Soul Eater appeared in his hand. ...He was in for it too now, wasn't he.
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At least four dozen lasers sounded violent enough to him.
His role in all of this? To stand there and took quite both fed up and bored. It wasn't even interesting. It was just time-consuming and had destroyed his walk. He was done and he was going home. While he would have rather not dragged "his pupil" into the matter, what was done was done. He could do or say nothing else on the subject.
The lasers were set, glowing and firing. The reached all sorts of heights and ranges, but one thing was the same between them all:
They were all aimed at the two.
"Perish. You've had your time to fall back."
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Sent it hurtling into Riku's side.
Of course the spell didn't hit Riku - his battle instincts were too honed by this point - and he simply jump-dodged off to Rep's right and out of the way. In doing so, however, he also got away from the impact point of the lasers.
Rep kept his arm extended, the last bits of darkness billowing away as a smirk crept onto his face.
Then the lasers hit, one after another, making Rep's body twitch in mid-air from the pain. All he tried to do was dodge up or down, not side to side, and even then by halfway through the onslaught, he was out of steam and dazed. He fell to one knee on the ground, and then the last laser hit, knocking him over on his side. Like stained glass fragments falling out of a window, Zexion's form gave way to Rep's again trailing darkness strands and data streaks all the while. His blade was nowhere to be found, and he wasn't moving at all. Then Rep's own form started to dissolve as well, in a way all too familiar to Riku.
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"No!" Riku swore under his breath, unable to look away. Fake was an idiot; there was no longer any doubt about that.To think he and who knows how many others were willing to give the ball of data and emo mode a chance to live again, then he went ahead and pulled this stunt. It was ridiculous, and something he wanted to punch Rep in the face for.
...But the lasers were doing the job for him, and now it was just a horrid reminder of what Sora would be up against once he woke up in the outside world. No. No way-
To hell with his instincts to get the hell out of dodge, soon as the second to last laser struck, he was rushing back over to Rep's side. Suicidal piece of- Riku shook the thought from his mind, letting the blindfold slip to across his neck as he knelt down next to his fake. "You idiot..."
He doesn't care if his own form begins to flicker to that of a taller man he despises with all of his being or not; all he does care about is giving the idiot hell for however long his data and darkness take to fade. For all the stupidity he'd committed in the last twenty-six days, and all the hurt his death (again) was going to cause for those who actually gave a damn.
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Yet he did not leave. It was a thought that crossed his mind, but he did not flee. He just looked upon the scene and then looked away. He knew that Riku wouldn't fight him like the replication did. The least he could do was credit that Riku was far smarter than the other. However, he was not going to tempt it.
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