Who: Everyone. Every single character in
dissideo so far.
When: Midnight, Friday morning.
Where: The Archylte Steppe. (Details below.)
What: For the first time, the forces of Cosmos and Chaos come together on the battlefield. AKA: Round 1, ding!
Type: Either log or action-tag.
Notes/Warnings: There will be fighting. And probably swearing, too. Who knows.
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Irony's a bitch, isn't it?
Not exactly the words she'd have used, but the same sentiment at least. She found herself surveying the area, looking for a familiar silver head. He was nowhere in sight. Her hands clenched into fists; she didn't have the patience for this. The patience to find Hope (let alone Snow) on a battlefield this large and full of combatants.
And then it hit her. She blinked once in surprise, then scanned the area again with narrowed eyes. She'd been here before. They all had, those from Cocoon. This was Gran Pulse. The Archylte Steppe, she remembered. The slightest smirk lifted the corners of her lips... This was an advantage. To her, at least, and surely to Hope and Snow as well. But also to Fang, logic reminded her. The smirk faded to a scowl near instantly as she pushed the thought ( ... )
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He stepped forward, boots splitting the uneven grass below him and he tightened his hold on his blade. He had said he would let these battles determine his fate, hadn't he?
It looked like it was finally time to start digging around for that reason of his.
[ ooc; can has light/cloud fight thread without odin? i'm thinking that'd be a bit too hard for him atm LMAO ]
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It wasn't too far past what she judged was the centerline that movement off to the right caught her eye. Her weight dropped back, guiding Odin into a hasty stop, and her hand was near instantly on the handle of her gunblade. On the battlefield, there was no such thing as 'too careful'.
She recognized him almost immediately. Mostly because at the time that they'd spoken, she'd found herself thinking that if anyone needed a Focus to throw their heart into, it was this guy. She remembered she'd judged him weak, mostly because of his lack of motivation, though he seemed quite a bit stronger in person. With a pretty sizable sword, too.
She also knew he was on Chaos. This was what left her indecisive.
On the one hand, this wasn't her fight. He hadn't attacked her, he hadn't threatened Hope or Snow (though Snow needed to get smacked around a little, the way she saw it).
But on the other hand... He had potential. She could tell. And it irritated her quite how strongly she ( ... )
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What greeted his eyes was something he could never expect though, and he blinked, Mako-infused eyes letting that small bit of surprise seep through.
There was no mistaking that face. They had conversed once and she had scolded him, all the while he found it completely eerie how much control she seemed to balance in her hands, how much confidence was imbued in her answers. The fact that she looked...startlingly familiar didn't hurt either, and he turned to face her as she addressed him.
He nodded, blond hair bouncing slightly as he tightened his grip on his blade.
"...it's better late than never, isn't it?"
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River was used to losing control of her body. To find herself whisked here and there on the planet was not distressing. She had watched herself before from somewhere far away, lost herself in a haze of nothingness and woken in blood and Simon's arms, given into the cues her limbs took from herself that wasn't herself. This constant vanishing and reappearing was much less invasive. It simply pushed things along.
It was the voice that was driving her beyond sanity. She knew the voices that were meant to belong inside her now--almost silent but never gone, not anymore. There was herself. There was what was left of her. And there was the fractured piece of work that the voices sometimes dragged screaming into action. The Cosmos was different. It pleaded instead of ordered, coddled instead of demanded. It left her floundering in herself ( ... )
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River Tam, however, was a genius who could kill things with her mind.
Her legs relaxed a hair, one pulling back and the other sliding forward, not unlike a dancer preparing to spring to life at the top of a number. The fingers on her khopesh remained light, almost idle, a delicacy to her grip mimicking the apparent fragility of her long girlish limbs. For a moment she simply stared, eyes out of focus, at the creature before her.
And the voices were screaming, more than usual, the sort of endless cacophony of a million deaths, of a million lives swarming in a single point and it was so much worse than her arrival here because it was not the humming of a hive of people it was a hive a hive that was screaming and angry and more ( ... )
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JENOVA wanted this one. Yes, it was a unanimous decision from the chorus of voices. This one would make a nice puppet, warrior, wave of madness.
"Which means you don't yet have a purpose," she replied simply. Slowly, she purposefully slipped into a crouch before the young one, mismatched eyes focusing on such a young doll face. "Would you like to know our purpose?"
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He knew he'd probably be in this on his own, but the realization brought him back to Mount Ordeals and what he'd tried to accomplish. In many ways, this battle was similar... he was just stuck fighting for the wrong cause in this place.
...Still something deep inside him craved the inevitable bloodshed... that side he'd tried to ignore all along, that side that listened to Chaos and longed to obey...
Time to get this over with. Kain hurried ahead, making a direct charge for the front lines of battle. He wasn't even sure who he was going to target- just that he'd take on anyone who opposed him.
[Prose and Action- ( ... )
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Terra glided around the area, aware that such might make her a target but at the same time also trusting in her agility and experience with aerial combat. At the same time, the sight of her would be a beacon to the friends she was searching for along the way. Trying not to get too caught up in the sense of freedom that her Esper form provided, Terra focused and headed toward the front lines.
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Catching a glimpse of something incoming, Kain tensed and watched. He didn't know what that was, although it did seem at least human in form. And it was headed straight toward him. Taking that as a sign of an impending attack, Kain sprang at once into action. He Jumped, soaring high above and aiming his spear at the glowing figure.
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Not about to remain where she was and get skewered, Terra decided to go for a quick burst of speed, heading for the nearest cliff and hoping she could shake him. There was a wealth of opponents; surely, he would be distracted by one of them before long. And perhaps she could find someone else to fight on the way to the crystal....
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((write however you prefer, I don't mind~ Friends and foes alike. Also, I'm in GMT))
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But she wasn't on foot. Instead, she could be seen racing across the plains astride a massive almost metallic steed, the 'transportation' form of her Eidolon, Odin. She didn't notice Yuri, but he no doubt noticed her. Coming from the enemy's side. Was he the sort to attack an adversary in passing? Even one whom he'd had a pleasant conversation with not long ago? Even if not, he wouldn't have to do much of anything to at least get her attention.
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"Hey! What's the hurry?" He hopes the huge monster won't accidentally step on him or anything.
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"Cosmos isn't so good at strategy." Her voice is tenser than it was last time they met. Her whole being is, in fact. But that's understandable, on the battlefield. "If she were, she wouldn't have separated allies when she brought us here." That isn't an answer to his question, but that's kind of her way. Not answering questions properly, that is. Especially when she's on guard like this, ready to fight.
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[OOC: We agreed that Saleh and Hildegard would team up in the background for this battle, but any Chaos members are welcome to approach Saleh before Hilde tags. (After her tag, it's still open as far as I'm concerned, but Hilde-mun should have a say in that as well.)
Writing style doesn't really matter, but I do like to keep it consistent. I pretty much fail as an action writer anyway.]
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"Milady Hildegard," he responded. "It's good to see you."
He knew this was no time for conversation, but he could give a proper greeting, at least.
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