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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:04:51 GMT -5
Plot Event: The pages
OOC: Plot event thats a sort of prequel to the Final Solomons Key fight. To those who have just joined the site it'll be a good way to learn of the plot. To those who have been members for awhile. You'll learn a few new things in this. As well as coming to an earth shattering choice that'll alter your perceptions of the world.
Information:
It started with an anonymous tip.
Each of you had recieved a tip from an unknown source. A clip from a year old paper. An article, in which it was explained that there was a building on the southern edge of Veldt. An old military facility long abandoned. And like an ancient ghost. A recording constantly played over the buildings tannoy alert system. A recording that mentioned a Morona Solomon. And the Solomon's Blight.
Another clipping. Dated two weeks ago. A large monster matching the description of the Solomon's Key was spotted off the coast of that area. Near the military base.
It had been a long time since the Key's last attack. And everyone was biting up little scraps of information. Trying to pinpoint the next location that it might surface. Even if you didn't find the monster itself...there might be some information within the building that would be of use....
You make your way to Veldt. And ust as the tip off had stated. There was the building. Inside you would meet those who had already arrived ( if more than one joins this).And you would hear the errie sound of the recording...as it played out.
This is a message, to those who would hear. I am Morona solomon, the man who must now shoulder the guilt for the blight that now ravages this world.To those who survive, and now must live in this desolate wasteland I must apologise with all my soul. If you are listening to this, it means you have collected my pages, the diary I have kept and cast to the wind. I have no doubt that you have sought me out, seeking revenge for a loved one who has perished to the blight that bears my name. And know, that although I did not directly cause this blight. The fault. And guilt. Lies with me.
For I have failed
Now all that remains is to escape. To attempt a new begining. Don't you find it strange. Creatures on the brink of death, always make their way back to the place of their birth. For you. And I. This will be our salvation.
My pages will lead you.
Follow them
Follow me.
And you will find the Gateway to hope.
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:05:57 GMT -5
The Lucavi stood outside the military base, studying the crumbling structure as he waited for the others to arrive (as they no doubt would. He did not hold any delusions that the anonymous tip had only been sent to him, especially considering how "well" he performed last time the beast showed up). As military bases went, this one was probably one of the top-secret/crazy-experiment place. Either that, or Vale watched way too many science fiction movies.
Not even sure why I'm here in the first place, considering all of the good I managed the last time we fought this thing. I suppose that I HAVE gotten stronger since then, he smirked, thinking about the Lioness Madeen eidolon he had recently obtained, But how useful Madeen will actually be in this fight is beyond me, especially considering the beating it took and survived the last time we fought it.
Worry not, little one, came the voice of the Lioness in his head So long as you hold on to hope, nothing is impossible. I may have been hidden away within a cave for some time now, but that doesn't mean I don't know the comings and goings of this world. The beast you fought will be defeated this time... in theory. Vale made a quizzical look in response to this, really wishing he was facing Madeen face-to-face instead of talking to him in his head. She still, however, apparently understood the expression he made and chuckled, One can never say for sure if a beast such as the Key could ever be 'killed' per se. However, I'm of the idea that "the third time is the charm"
The Lucavi grinned at this and shook his head. When demi-gods started making guesses as to what was going to happen, the world really was going to hell. That being said, Vale had a similar mindset when it came to the beast. He had heard about the attack on Galbadia, seen and battled the thing on the Cetran continent and was now, apparently, going to battle it one last time here, at some military base on the coastline of the Veldt. If the thing didn't die this time (and take the blight with it when it went), Vale was going to start searching out some legendary weapons or something; since that's what books and movies seem to make unkillable monsters be killed by.
He sighed and drew his sword, Edelryn from her scarbbard, reading the familiar runes that ran along the crimson blade. Although, Vale noted that the runes were different than normal this time, reading "Slayer of the Darkness" instead of "Made in Tartarus". Confused, he held it up to the light, the luminescence reflecting off the blade and sending out a sort of crimson-colored beacon to the surrounding area.
"... I'm just going to pretend that it still says the same thing so I don't go absolutely bat-shit crazy before the Final Boss Fight."
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:06:35 GMT -5
Jay was puzzled by this intel, he had traveled to the place designated. He walked through the gates to find a person, TRAP, he thought as he pulled out his pistol and shot at their feet. "What's going on? why did I get this message, tell me now!" he demanded, flicking his gun point to each of the three people, he didn't like what was happening. Thoughts flickered through his mind as he tried to plan his next move, if this was a trap, he would have to escape it
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:07:48 GMT -5
The note rustled in her hand, standing before what seemed to be some type of military operational building. Yet, something seemed off about it, besides the fact that it was coming apart at the seams, the foundation didn’t seem to be the sturdiest of buildings. Yuna gripped her stave her hand tighter, and narrowed her eyes at the building and walked inside, chewing over several possibilities in her head about this ‘Solomon’ character. She had heard all about the travels and the fights since the time this happened, yet this would be her very first time getting involved.
What she saw when she walked into the place was a most unusual sight. That of a man holding a pistol and a shot rang out, what was he doing with a gun in the first place?! Running into the depths of the building with her staff clenched in her hand she heard the man yelling. “I think it’s best if you put the weapon down, do you think you are the only one who has gotten this message? Don’t be a fool, we all have a common goal here, don’t attack others who are not trying to attack you.” Her voice was strong, and dominant. Her shoulders were squared proudly, and there was no fear that graced her eyes.
By nature, she wasn’t a big fighter. She was a White Mage, a healer of sorts. But that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t go down fighting. That was not her style in any way shape or form, but she was the type to help people. She had her stave pulled back slightly, knowing that she would fully crack him on the skull if she were to shoot at anyone else, including her. Paranoia was something that ran rampant in areas with confusion, and fighting. But she wouldn’t stand for such a thing.
Her gaze locked lightly on the other man standing opposite them, she nodded her head at him fully showing that she would protect him if need be. Over reaction was not something she would tolerate, especially if it meant that bullets were going to be flying around the premises. “Now, it seems we all have a common enemy, I have been following this closely, and its time for me to come help my people. At least in a support role, I’m afraid that is all I can really assist with for the time being.”
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:08:15 GMT -5
Kefka stood outside the facility upon the Plains of the Veldt, a scrap of paper in his bleached fist and a maniacal twinkle in his icy blue eye.
On his journey for the Black Materia, the Court Mage had come across these peculiar clippings mailed to him from an unknown source. At first suspicious of their origin, his paranoia suddeny turned to gleeful euphoria as he read the content of said clippings. The creature known as Solomon's Key, which had ravaged Gaia twice now, had been spotted right outside this very military instillation not two weeks ago. The dream of world obliteration taking a back seat for the moment, Kefka ordered a march and booked (or rather, threatened) a passing ship to the remote Veldt Continent, so that he may learn more about this creature, and perhaps destroy it for good this time.
He had ordered Seran to stay behind at the village, but the gigantic lug was practically asleep when he gave the orders, and Kefka was so keen on finding this damned place that he hardly cared, so his servant could just wake up and follow his trail. But it hardly mattered. Revenge was doubly assured for him when that foul, towering monstrosity showed its ugly mug again and it fell into his clutches! He, Lord Kefka Palazzo, would teach such a simpering mongrel that it would never get away destroying more than him! No one got away with destroying more than him!
It seemed as though the Mad Mage was a little late to the party, as he saw first a cloaked man with a slight bulge on his back go through the doors, then a caped mercenary, and then, of all things, a girl with a staff. Quite the crew, all told.
Usually, Kefka would have loathed the idea about interacting with a group like that. He hated people, and especially people who believed in all that hokey "love and joy and friendship" tripe. Could barely stomach such garbage himself. But this would at least provide an interesting distraction from his confrontation with the Solomon's Key, and perhaps, if he was lucky, warm him up, too. Licking his purple-painted lips with excitement, the Mad Mage walked through the doors quietly behind the girl just as she ran in.
As soon as he slipped inside and into the shadows, providing him with concealment, he saw the drama unfold. The humpback man with the short sword was the first to come in, and he was now at the mercy of the merc, who flourished a gun and started firing wildly at the man's feet, kicking up dust and debris in little puffs upon the floor, and loudly demanded what was going on. The girl immediately stepped in and said her shpeal, but by that time, Kefka was already chuckling in his high and rather goofy way, strolling out of the shadows, and approaching the little toddlers.
"Uwehehehe!" he laughed, "He knows how to play! And what a relief, I was starting to worry that I would be the only true reveler at this bloody baccanalia..."
His smile bared, revealing his yellow-stained teeth in a winsome and creepy grin, the Court Mage walked around and clapped the merc on the shoulder, pointing the barrel of the pistol to the other side with a red-clawed finger. "Very nice reflexes, junior, but I might recommend watching your aim next time... might take somebody's eye out with that!" He then broke out in a laughing fit again and, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye, strolled outward into the center of the room and flourished his colorful and garish robe proudly, his white plume jutting prominently from the top of his head.
"Well, it appears that we do have common business here, as the lady so aptly described. I, for one, have a score to settle with this particular beastie, and I'll be damned if I let any of you pipsqueaks claim his head before I get my chance to blow it off and use his entrails as guitar strings!"
Ricocheting up into the air with a gleeful and mocking laugh, he floated up there and looked down upon them, his smile set in a whimsical fashion.
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:09:35 GMT -5
The rock was starting to make itself a little uncomfortable to Buddy’s rear. Outside, just a bit of a way away from an old and desolate building, sat the mute Guardian and for the last half an hour he had been in a mental battle of deciding whether or not to go inside this place.
Hmmm… There sure isn’t a lot here is there?
Buddy caught himself looking around at the environment. He stared and sat in near silence as the wind howled around the area. Absentmindedly his hand dance over the strings of Harmony and Dischord playing a soft melody that seemed to compliment the tune the wind was playing while it whistled through and around empty spaces. He always played his guitar when he had to think and now he was locked in a psychological debate on whether or not to enter this rundown structure that was supposedly a former military structure.
I wonder if that Garden knows about this place?
His thoughts briefly traveled to the Trabia Garden he had visit on his way here. It was a pretty cool place. What surprised Buddy was to learn that the facility served as training grounds for mercenary SeeDs. It left a little bit of a bad taste in his mouth after that. He had to deal with SeeD before when it they had supported Galbadia in their assault on Midgar, his home. Of course they were Galbadian SeeDs, and until his visit to Trabia Garden, he was only aware of one other group of them that based out of Balamb. Were all SeeD Gardens all on the same page or did they act on different planes. Since they were all mercenaries the question made sense to ask. They worked for people who paid them, so in Buddy mind; it was a possibility to see two SeeDs facing off against each other.
…But his mind was getting off track…like it normally did. He had to force himself back into the moment and the building in front of him. The delicate music stopped as Buddy reached into the pocket of his two piece and pulled out a few crumpled pieces of paper. They were the torn remnants of an article that he had stumbled across by accident. Collecting the fragments and piecing them together wasn’t difficult and through his endeavors of trying to find out what the article was trying to say, he found himself in his position now. Frustrated and confused that his curiosity was getting the better of him again. He already had one destructive monster to deal with in the fiend Sin. Did he really need to worry about this Solomon’s Key that had been supposedly driven away from Lindbulm and a giant field? Obviously there were people who were up to the task and could handle the situation…right?
Damn it. A breath of frustration escaped him. He had questioned the situation at hand and now he was going to have to see if he could help. You could walk away, Buddy. Just walk away and don’t bother with it. Ignorance is bliss, right? He tried to reason a way out, but it wasn’t going to happen. There was no way he wasn’t going to look more into finding out about this “Key”.
Almost as if it was a sign from the gods, Buddy watched as a young woman entered the facility, completely unaware that the mute had noticed her. It wasn’t so strange that a woman was going in, the strange portion of it, was her clothes; they looked they Spiran clothing to him. No, he wasn’t very well versed in the ways of Spiran religion, but he had picked up a few things from it during his time with Zero and Adiona. One of the most notable traits being the fact that they refused technological advances. Aside from the one instance on the Mi’han Highroad that he had witnessed, where there had been soldiers moving cannons to the coast line, he had seen a very set belief that technology was considered bad mojo over there. It was this reasoning that he cocked his head to the side and watched puzzled as the young girl went inside. This was a military base and was going to be loaded with machines.
…Maybe not… He took another look at the outside of the building and started imagining that whatever wasn’t taken by whomever ran the place was probably looted by others. Still, the place had once housed technology and it wasn’t out of the question that it was still there.
With a heavy sigh, Buddy stood up. Sliding his guitar back around to sit against his back, the mute stretched his arms in the air and started a slow pace towards the building. If the outside was any indication as to the inside, the assumption couldn’t be more right. Buddy pushed on a door to open up a side entrance, but due to the state of decay it was in, the steel door just ended up falling down and slamming against the floor of the facility, kicking up a ridiculous amount of dirt and dust that had collected from whatever time this place had been abandoned. Grimacing at his ostensible lack of silence, he made his way in, walking on top of the door to punish it for slamming and telling the whole continent that he had stepped inside. His feet left imprints on the floor, indenting the thick amounts of dust. If anybody was trying to follow him they wouldn’t have had a very difficult time. Walking slowly through the facility, Buddy heard an almost robotic voice echo through the building. It was soft though, soft and dampened by walls and door that tried to block the sound so he could barely understand the message. After it finished for a few seconds, the voice would begin again, saying what sounded like the same thing it had before.
Was this a recording?
He followed the voice, making sure he was going the right direction by the strength of its volume, until the massive eruption of the sound of a gunshot made him freeze for a second! Was it dangerous in here? He heard shouting...and hysterical laughter. It was still muffled, but it was loud enough for him to follow it, eventually making his way to a room where several others had gathered, including the young woman he had watched go in earlier. With so much dust gathered on the floor, Buddy’s cautioned steps were muffled completely as he stood behind everyone. It wasn’t his intention, but he had entered the room without making any noise. There was a tense nature in the midst of the room, the one holding his gun like a made man, asking questions in a relatively demanding nature that left Buddy to question the sanity of one who automatically draws their weapons. Above everybody was a clown floating. Buddy could do nothing but stare at the sight, unable to believe what his eyes were showing him. It was like he stepped into a dream…or nightmare.
Buddy watched the scene. Should he do something? What? He couldn’t speak, so there wasn’t any way for him to reason with the guy. If this guy was going to go and pull guns on unarmed people then he couldn’t just stand there and let him. Blue magic coursed through his body as the magic took note of his shape and features. In an instant a copy of himself was made. Although blue in color and transparent it was the spitting image of Buddy dressed in his Shinra two piece, ties, undone buttons, glasses, everything was a perfect replication of himself.
{Activated} Zoot Suit Riot - Buddy generates a copy that will speed around the battlefield and absorb 500 words of damage leaving himself and the party unharmed until the word count is met. Yuna, Valedus and Buddy are under its protection.
The copy was known as a suit, well, that was what Buddy decided he wanted to call it. It was a fine piece of magic that he had come up with. It allowed him a better ability to protect more than one person at a time as well as allowing him to focus on other more necessary things. The suit, in a blur, started running around the entire facility. It would occasionally make an appearance as a blue streak in the room they were in, but as long as that thing was up and running, there was no way anybody was going to be shot by the guy with the gun. This also gave them a bit of leeway to judge whether this guy was a threat to them or not. Unfortunately, his magic now gave away that he was in the room.
Buddy had to wonder what the deal was with crazy people and guns? His thoughts went back to the instance of the bat crazy gunman he met in Spira. Decimating a whole town, and he couldn’t even provide a reason why. And now there was this guy who thought that answers would just start pouring out at the first site and sound of his gun. Selle, his best friend in all of Gaia, wasn’t this crazy and he carried a gun. Well, perhaps his grandiose nature and his faith in luck was a little dip into lunacy, still he wasn’t as bad as others he had met or was now meeting. Whatever it was, it was distracting him from the now clearly understood message that was playing. Listening intently to it and watching the wild man in front of him, Buddy was finally able to get the gist of what the recording was trying to say. Not that he understood what it was trying to tell him.
Things that are dying returning to their place of birth? What the hell does that mean?
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:10:05 GMT -5
Draco had caught wind of a specific job. Whispers of whispers. He had been chasing the trail of destruction. Always one step behind, and it seemed he was falling further behind the longer he went. Finally he hit a dead end. The trail had ended, and he had no more leads.
He knew the chances of finding such a lead again were slim, as when he first caught word of it, it had been completly by chance. He decided to go back, and use the oldest technique. He would bounce around pubs, attempting to catch word again.
The night waned on, and pretty soon almost everywhere was closed. Draco was sitting in the back of the last pub of the night. Many had heard what he was looking for, and he was out of hope. Because once people heard someone was desperate for certain information, they either, would set up traps, and scandals, or go looking into it themselves.
Despite the massive efforts being put into this search, Aidan didn't really care. He didn't find too much interest when he first heard of this quest, but the demon occupying half of his brain certainly did. Draco would usually not care, and overrule him, but as of late he was working with the demon, and it's not like he had important stuff to be actually doing. Now that Draco had given up, and was satisfied that he was not going to get back on the case, Daimon had to hound him, always causing him indesicion, never resting on that, being a voice in his head didn't give him easy escape from him.
We know we could be doing more to get back on the trail. You have always thought yourself a master hunter. Yet here you are giving up.
Draco couldn't help but fighting back. It seemed when Daimon brought up all his years in the wilds of his homeland he got pissed at him, mainly becayse he was sure Daimon was the cause of him being exiled to those wood, without family, only Daimon.
Well maybe if you told me more I would care. Then again I probably wouldn't. Also you know we only hunt animals, not trails of tails, and paper.
You are weak and a fool. Weak for your excuses, if your skills were as good as you thought they would speak for themselves. A fool for not listening to one who knows more of the universe then you could ever hope of learning
Well you think some all knowing demon would have it's own body to do its bidding with
Daimon became silent. Draco knew he would. For some reasonhe always did when he questioned Daimon about being in his head, instead of having a body or mind of his own. It still bothered Draco everytime he thought about it, but it was nice to quiet that "all knowing" demon.
Draco was yelled out to leave, so he got up and headed out the door. A knife flew at him, which was caught between two claws. Draco's to be more exact. He looked up to see nothing, but he could sense someone close. He was about to go after them, probably just some asshole trying to get his kicks out. What stopped draco from pursuing was the note attatched.
He looked at the paper and back up. All traces of the presence was gone.
Fuck. That guy got lucky today.
Draco looked at the note. Some article about an abandoned army base, another talking of a monster attack not far from it. The case! Draco had been handed a gold mine, or a trap. The only bad part is most people don't know they are trying to trap a lucavi, most only made that mistake once.
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He had made it to the base along with other people. He was off in his own dark shadow though. He could sense another Lucavi around, but didn't think he would go off making friends just yet. He counted seven people, one freaking out with a gun. Mortals and their weapons. Though Draco himself, had his own metal made weapons, they were used in such a way to mimic his claws. He could feel the gears clank, as he tightened his fist. Quite a few interesting characters had made their way to this gathering.
The people weren't the only interesting thing, or the most. The message playing over the loud speakers had filled plenty of empty puzzle spots, but still Draco didn't have the whole story.
He watched as the stuation with the gun was diffussed, and some very weird creature, face all painted up, began his ranting boast of killing the creature. Well he had best hope his skills could back that up, because Draco was confident that he could give the clown a run for his money.
As the last one entered, another male. He too threw his lot to diffuse the unstable situation. Draco could almost laugh, at how ready everyone was to begin killing eachother. It's always bound to happen when you have too many predators, all hunting the same prey. They are all bound to find and destroy each other. That is until the one that was hidden the best gets the prize. Draco would do this. Just keep his head down, until he got the most oppertune moment.
Maybe when this was over though, he could speak to the other lucavi. He enjoyed finding them on his travels, and liked conversing about his race, which he knew little to nothing about. He shoved this thought into the back of his mind. He wanted to know the point of even coming here. They were given directions, but not instructions. So were they supposed to wait, or find something. Again the thought of one person gaining advantage in the hunt would lead to other predators disposing of them. No matter how much he itched to just find the next step and continue, to be alon again, well mostly alone. Sometimes, to get the prize you had to do stuff you hated. So Draco waited, smething he was good at.
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:10:39 GMT -5
Another page, another chapter, and August was still no clearer on this whole sordid story. In his coat pocket was a journal page, purchased from the auction house at Treno. A mysterious benefactor had donated it under the guise of charity - August didn't buy that story, not after reading the contents. Only his family could afford the starting price for this single piece of mysterious paper. It was intended for him, that was all too clear but for what purpose - and why did it lead him to Veldt of all places.
There stood a building, somehow seemingly out of place, as if it was fabricated specifically for the events that were to unfold unbeknownest to those that too have found themselves here. A mute musician, the mad jester, a young summoner, a lucavi, and perhaps, a crazed gun man. With Kane at his side, August entered into the building, to be met with a man bearing a gun and a peculiar and eerily haunting recording. Already things were getting off to a great start - and with the infamous Kefka here, this most assuredly would turn ugly quick if not resolved. His his own rifle in hand, while the gunman was distracted with both Kefka and the strange magic flowing throughout the room, Buddy's magic, August placed the barrel of the Eastern Star against the man's head.
"Jumpy, aren't we?" August scolds the man, pushing the flared barrel hard against the back of Jay's head. "Now if you can't play nice with the rest of us, than I'm afraid my assistant here will have to confiscate your toy till you're ready to be nice. Do we understand each other?" He looks to Kane and clicks his tongue.
Jay finds a very large, very imposing man come up beside him and snatch his gun hand with the beefy fist, crushing down on Jay's hand like a crab pincer. Kane forces Jay's hand to release the gun or else risk shattering his bones. Kane snatches the gun in mid fall with his other hand and releases Jay, throwing his arm away. Returning to August's side, Kane holsters the gun in his coat. "When you can be trusted to keep the bullets to yourself, you can have it back. Until then, it's now the property of K-Industries. Good? Good." August shoulders his rifle and scans the scene, now that the situation has been resolved. A rather odd bunch has gathered here, intriguing, but only three he knew: Valedus, the Lucavi; Draco, this was getting interesting, and Kefka - though they never have been formally introduced.
Draco made him uneasy, he is a volatile animal without a leash, but August had him wrapped around his little finger - for now. He'd let him have his room, if he tried something than he would retaliate, but this matter was of too much importance to deal with his petty grievances. Civility is what would be on the menu, least for now. August merely glances at Draco as he passes by, but Kane made a special distinction to watch Draco.
"Well!" August addresses the crowd assembled, "Now that we've had our little bit of excitement, I gather we are all here for the same thing? Yes?" He brings out the crumbled note, the journal page. "We all have one of these? I can't imagine that Mr. Palazzo here would grace us with his presence if not for something important." His eyes fall upon the mad clown, filled with a certain delightful glee that he finally has a chance to meet one of the most infamous men of our age. "It's a honor, though you surprise me Mr. Palazzo. From the stories told, I'm surprised you showed such restraint with our new friend here." Motioning to Jay. "I was rather hoping to see you separate the top half of his head from the lower. You are certainly a clown full of surprises. Oh, names August Krasnow, and it's my pleasure."
August paces before the others, rifle still shouldered. Kane behind him standing ominously, staring down the others, with the exception of Kefka - his notoriety and social status has already put him in August's good graces, also they both knew better than to try any intimidation tactics against the man-clown. "An abandoned building in the middle of nowhere, a ghostly recording speaking in riddles, people from all corners and walks of life, and all that ties it together is a single creature... Solomon. Well, I see no beast, so why have we been brought here? Anyone have any curious theories, aside from listening to this most enthralling recording? I have my theories, but let's brainstorm, shall we?" He turns and raises his brow curiously and waits.
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Admin Loci: Seriously Jay? Just open fire at people? I am seriously surprised Kefka didn't disembowel you. You get your gun back later, until then, you only have your spell and other items on your person - but no gun. Sheesh. Break my decision, and face admin repercussions.
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:13:58 GMT -5
Wolfe stood on the edge of a fairly high cliff that overlooked the military base. He was about a mile or so away from the base, but this spot gave him a good vantage point to see bot the base and the area around it. Wolfe was starting to think he needed to find new sources, and informants. The last few "jobs" he had gotten from his various sources had been wild goose chases, and worthless. However, as he stood on the cliff and looked down at the base, a white envelope with random news clippings and information that had led him here in hand, he saw as others showed up as well.
Wolfe realized he must not have been the only one that had gotten the invite to this place and that others seemed to be gathering for some kind of answer to it all. Wolfe wasn't sure what kind of answer he was looking for to be honest. He wasn't even sure Solomon's Key was related to him of or his goals in any way. He was after knowledge about Jenova, and how Shin-Ra was attached it it. Wolfe wanted answers to what exactly was in him, and what it was going to do to him. The Professor Hound had told him that he wasn't fully what he was to become, and Wolfe still had no clue what that meant in any way.
Wolfe was letting his mind wander a little, but realized he was going to have to move out at some point. He took a second to get him mind straight again as he took one more look around at the gathering people around the base. However, as he scanned the area, something, or rather someone caught his eye this time. He caught sight of friendly face he knew. Wolfe saw as Rena was making her way to the base as well. It seemed everyone had gotten a invitation to this place, so Wolfe decided he shouldn't stand up his invitation. He turned and walked back over to Lilith and swung his leg of the motorcycle as he kick started the bike to life. He then started back down the side of the cliff down to normal ground level so he could join the little gathering party of people near the base
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:15:37 GMT -5
Wolfe stood on the edge of a fairly high cliff that overlooked the military base. He was about a mile or so away from the base, but this spot gave him a good vantage point to see bot the base and the area around it. Wolfe was starting to think he needed to find new sources, and informants. The last few "jobs" he had gotten from his various sources had been wild goose chases, and worthless. However, as he stood on the cliff and looked down at the base, a white envelope with random news clippings and information that had led him here in hand, he saw as others showed up as well.
Wolfe realized he must not have been the only one that had gotten the invite to this place and that others seemed to be gathering for some kind of answer to it all. Wolfe wasn't sure what kind of answer he was looking for to be honest. He wasn't even sure Solomon's Key was related to him of or his goals in any way. He was after knowledge about Jenova, and how Shin-Ra was attached it it. Wolfe wanted answers to what exactly was in him, and what it was going to do to him. The Professor Hound had told him that he wasn't fully what he was to become, and Wolfe still had no clue what that meant in any way.
Wolfe was letting his mind wander a little, but realized he was going to have to move out at some point. He took a second to get him mind straight again as he took one more look around at the gathering people around the base. However, as he scanned the area, something, or rather someone caught his eye this time. He caught sight of friendly face he knew. Wolfe saw as Rena was making her way to the base as well. It seemed everyone had gotten a invitation to this place, so Wolfe decided he shouldn't stand up his invitation. He turned and walked back over to Lilith and swung his leg of the motorcycle as he kick started the bike to life. He then started back down the side of the cliff down to normal ground level so he could join the little gathering party of people near the base
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:16:47 GMT -5
Well now... isn't this turning into quite the party?
Vale was hardly shocked when a man ran into the facility, saw him and shot at his feet (he did have his wings out after all, people were bound to shoot at him at some point or another). He was, however, surprised at the kindness the woman who followed him showed. And just plain confused when the insane clown man person thing showed up, laughed maniacally and then floated up to the ceiling.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea... in this small of a place, the monster we're all in search of could simply drown kill us without a second thought...
Vale started for the door, only to be stopped when a man entered the building, saw the gun, made some sort of copy and then didn't say anything. The Lucavi barely had a moment to scratch his head when another demon entered the building, eying Vale quite exclusively with a sort of haughty, impetuous look about him. Groaning in dismay, he tried to squeeze through the ever growing crowd, only to be stopped by the fact that a Burmecian was pointing a rather nice looking gun at the man who had fired at his (Vale's) feet, before sending what looked to be a small mountain to retrieve said man's gun.
Finally escaping the cramped military base, Vale looked up, saw what appeared to be a motorcycle riding over the ridge or a nearby cliff, and turned back to the crowd of people inside the building.
"Pardon me for instituting common sense... but could we all move OUT of the Alexander-damned building? You know, in case the gigantic floating monster of doom comes back and lasers us all with that massive particle cannon of death on it's stomach? After all, it's pretty hard to run away from an attack like that when you're forced to trip over other people to escape a building..." He shuffled a bit as he realized some of the people he was addressing could wipe the floor with his bloodied corpse as they sipped on some tea and made funny, gentlemanly jokes with each other. "Not to mention the fact that any clues we may have found inside the base pertaining to what exactly it is we're fighting could be destroyed by the mere fact that everyone's shuffling around in there, not watching where they are looking," he glared at the man who had pointed a gun at him, "or shooting, for that matter. No point in staying in such a cramped place with so many people showing up as well... not to mention the place is probably about to collapse from the looks of things."
Vale coughed into his hand as he finished his little speech, not used to speaking to large groups of people at the same time and having to shout over them. As he waited for a response, he half expected more gunfire from the crowd due to his wings, but he was past caring at the moment.
"And.. since no one else is doing it, I think I'll start with the introductions, since it appears we're all here for the same reason. I'm known as Valedus LeArchel for those of you who don't know me, a sorcerer of sorts. Seeing people still chattering despite his best efforts, he sighed and raised his hands, making a small explosion of mana to get their attention.
"I don't claim to know any of your motivations for being here, but I'm here to end the blight that his come over the land of late and to defeat the monster that has claimed so many lives. Whatever your individual motivations are: grandeur, power, bloodlust, justice, revenge, compassion and anything like that, we are all brothers in our fight today..." he dropped his arms to his side again and walked out the open portal into the open Veldt beyond, hoping that the people would follow him out.
"I hope we are at least..."
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((OoC: Jay, you do realize I was standing outside waiting for more people to show up... right? And that I was the only one around? Make sure to read posts entirely before randomly busting down doors and firing guns, or else people here aren't going to take you seriously, okay?))
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:17:17 GMT -5
Rena had made her way to another continent, following these bits of paper, all with jumbled words telling about some key here and there upon the pages. Herself having needed something to do and to sate some of her own curiosity, she’d found her way to the old Military base. Having stayed back a bit seeing others Enter, Her eyes following most of them as they’d enter the facility, her ears twitching some as she heard gun fire, then Laughter and such not able to place voices with anyone in particular. She would enter as well, pushing inside as the radio transmission blared over the com system, Staying to the back of the ground though she’d watch the others. Her tails hidden, vanished so to speak She would move on, Nudging past the others. Ignoring them at the moment, not because she didn’t want to interact with anyone, but more out of her own Curiosity guiding her into the darkness, moving down the dark corridor’s, cold damp floor under her bare feet.
With there being quite a bit of Moisture in the air and about in the darkness, it kept her more calm then normal, at least with their being so much of it around she had more then enough control to keep track of everyone within the complex as well as anything else within it. Her ears would twitch, listening into the distance behind her as the others Spoke and mingled about in their own fashion, not having met any of them, Nor had she seen Wolfe coming down the hillside before she’d entered the complex and ventured deeply into it. Moving around corners she would sniff the air lightly, shifting water through the facility, not a lot just enough to find open passages and the like.
Feels… lifeless here.. but still kinda get that ominous feeling.
Smiling softly she rounded a corner, nudging a few doors down the hall, opening them and peering inside the rooms.
Mmm strange military structure.. more like an abandoned science center then anything else.. but.. if that Key thing was made here then I suppose it makes sence..
Not finding anything intresting down the first hallway she’d move back to the main corridor, heading deeper into the dark facility tuneing out the sound of the pa system.
Need to find the communications room.. shut that thing down.. Salvation, dieing beasties..
She’d smile a little thinking about it, the whole situation felt kind of like home to herself at least.
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:19:05 GMT -5
He had been one of the few who had witnessed the rise of this Beast in the Cetra continent. Many had went in there. Either n the side of Shinra, trying to secure the promised land. Or on the side of Lindblum. Who had been hunting the monster down since it had appeared first on their continent.
For Zero, he had been on the side of no one. He had been hunting down one of his enemies. And the enemies of his religion. The summoner known as Miumi. A Lucavi. A disgusting abborition to the Yevonite religion. He was not biased against their race, merely catious. However Yevon was stict when it came down to their policy on demons. No demon could be a summoner. No Al Bhed could be a summoner. That wasn't biased for him personally. It was just the rules of the religion. He had warned Miumi to give up her pilgrimidge. But she refused. And then she had went and threatened Yuna.
Thats why he had went to Lindblums side. Not to fight some damned monster. But to kill that bitch.
And that had failed. The monster itslef had been too much for the group to handle on their own. So Zero was forced into joining the fray. Attacking the monster using his dark chain technique. And now all this had led him here. A scrap of paper and a few clippings from a Veldt news paper. He didn't think much of it, and almost cast it aside. However....he remembered the strength of that monster. So much like Sin. It would come and destroy lives like Sin had his. But this thing wasn't limited to Spira. And so he humoured the tip off and arrived at the location, he heard the recording even as he moved towards the building. Playing over the emergency tannoy system.
The words meant little to him.
He recognised a few that had gathered. The back of Rena. The Lucavi he'd met in Lunaria. The court mage Kefka whoem he'd met in the Blitzball arena and then fought with in the second coming of Solomons Key. The others were a bit more of a blur. August he knew the face, but not from where. There was another gunman completely unknown to him. A swordsman with strange blue eyes, likely from Midgar. And then a girl...dressed in Spiran garb. Her face was familiar....and then it hit him.
Braska's Daughter?
So, the girl had finally decided to follow her fathers footsteps and become a summoner. ".....Lord Kefka, August". He gave both the slightest of nods. His eyes then turned to Yuna. He merely bowed and gave her the sign of Yevon as a gesture of respect to her summoner status. Likely the tattoo on his arm of a symbol of Yevon would give him away as a Yevonite. If in fact his reputation had not proceeded him. Which he found to be the more common case nowadays. Dark Guardian Zero Lorgana, the merciless sword of Lady Adiona.
And thats when he saw and, heard, another familar person. Buddy. He wondered just what the mute guardian was doing here as well....awfully suspicious. Both guardians of Adiona had arrived in the one place...
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:24:15 GMT -5
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The meeting had not quite gone peacefully. The gunman Jay had been manhandled by the man servant of August, his weapon being confiscted until he calmed down. Which was probably a good thing considering the situation. Vale was right. This was an old military base. What was left of its security or indeed explosives caches was yet to be discovered. However one stray bullet could have done anything. From nothing at all to blowing this whole place into a mile sized crater.
The summoner Yuna, hot off her starting point was probably the oddest of you all gathered. Just why had she recieved the hint? Perhaps there was a greater meaning behind it. The court mage Kefka showed. Restriant. But then again, perhaps it was simply another game disguised as such. Something to increase the tension. Ater all the man was known to blow at any time. So why would he do so when he was expected. He was known after all as one of the most insane men on the face of the planet.
A late arrival. The Dark Guardian Zero. A sombre, yet serious expression painted across his face as usual. Always ready to draw the sword at the first sign of trouble.
Rena, had began to move into the building on her own. Despite Vale's quite appropriate warning about the whole building coming down but with one attack from the Solomons Key. If indeed it was still around this area.
All of a sudden. The recording stopped playing. Leaving you all in absolute silence....had someone turned it off? Or had the tape finally given out? Rena was still within sight of the group...so it hadn't been her. Investigation was the only choice left to you.
[[ Investigate just what happened to the recording. ]]
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Post by Malice on May 10, 2011 13:25:28 GMT -5
"We can't let you do this Ruien, once you leave, you'll never be able to return, once you accomplish what you set out to do, you'll just fade from existence." Ruien a warrior at his core and a bloodline loyalist did something that he would never have thought of doing had the situation not been right. He slammed his own head into the head of one of his distant ancestors, glaring down at him as he hit the floor Ruien was at a loss for words.
"Better such a fate than watching as my brother suffers eternally. I'm not going to stand by and simply watch, he is my brother and I will set him to rest."
"But you'll-" Ruien froze as she spoke up, she was the very reason he had asked Celt to kill him in the first place. He shook his head once his resolve unfaltering.
"What could be more fitting? The two men whom did the most damage to Gaia merely vanishing, never to be heard from again, even in death." Ruien turned and ran, leaving behind everything that he had known, everything that he had followed so faithfully. When compared to his brother, none of this mattered, all he cared about was releasing Celt from his current condition.
"Why are you showing me this?"
-You know why.-
"I understand, I really do-"
-So at least this stands.-
"What?"
-You're as close to your brothers as I am to mine.-
"I just wonder-"
-I want to be the one to release him from this fate. After my task is complete you won't hear anything more from me.-
"..."
Ruien had of course received some kind of information to what lie here from his otherworldly self, and although he could not remember what he had been told exactly he knew that whatever was going to happen here today was going to be of some use during his final encounter with Celt a prospect which made Ruien feel numb, while his otherworldly counterpart shook with anticipation.
Now here he was, stood with a small group of other people whom had also been given some kind of tip-off as to what would be here. Most of the faces here were unimportant to him, in fact he only recognised three of them, Zero Lorgana, a potential ally if Ruien was able to get him to listen. Yuna, and only because his gateway XXVI counterpart had fought one battle by her side. And the mad clown, whom had literally been hovering in the creatures face in the last encounter they had, had against it.
No, not it.
Him.
"He is still Celt, no matter how twisted he has become." The recording was more or less what Ruien had expected.
No! Not me, you! Stop making me think as you do! This is my body and I'm not going to have someone else make my decisions for me!
I've become uncertain as to which thoughts are mine and which are his. He's slowly making sure that he is prepared for what will be his final battle, I'm getting pushed into the sidelines. I wonder why he just doesn't wait until the time comes-
"Ruien!" Ruien exhaled slowly, let out a breath that he had unintentionally been holding during that small whirl of confusion.
"These last few moments leading up to our final encounter with him are going to be hell, I just know it." Atrum merely remained silent even after Ruien had finished speaking.
"Wait, was that it?"
-Of course it isn't.-
The recording had stopped abruptly, leaving Ruien stood in silence, questions still churning in his head. The biggest thing he had learned since his little investigation into the gateway had started was that nothing was straight forward, and that some things said often had more meaning to them than simple phrases. He thought at once back to that man he had met after escaping the labs that Tzigone had attacked.
"Oh that's right... One more thing you should know....The Solomon's Blight is far more than it would appear to be... Say hello to your brother for me when you see him again." At first that had made very little sense to Ruien, it was only after reaching that institution that had been called the Temple of Gaia that the meaning of that statement came together. That man had known the truth about The Blight and about Celt, that much had become obvious. What Ruien still wanted to know was the identity of that man and how he had been able to know exactly when Ruien was going to be in that escape hatch.
He shook his head once, and simply hung back, leaning against a wall, he wanted to know what else was on that tape, he guessed that many of the others were just as interested as he was, however, he was perfectly fine to wait for them all to go wandering off elsewhere before he actually looked at the device that had been playing the tape.
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[[OOC: The brief part of my post written in 1st person isn't Ruien speaking or making an action, it's meant to be a bit of a mindf*ck >.>]]
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