Graveyard battle (open to all)

Silver Shadow

Silver Shadow

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((OOC: Character used: http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/the-heroes/shadow-card-21433.html ))

IC: Shadow stood, and put away the stone carver. On the gravestone in front of him, he had finished carving three letters above the name of his mother: RIP. Rest In Peace.

Around him were a number of gravestones, some marked, some not. In front of all them was at least one flower, even around those unmarked. Dead trees stood scattered around the area, so sparsely that none of the branches were touching. They were the guardians of this place. Despite there being nothing to guard, they still stood there, trying their best to watch over the graves of loved ones.

Shadow looked around him. Something felt.....odd. Shadow was the only person here, he was sure. At least, it was that way when he arrived. He drew out his scythe and brought it into a battle stance. "Who's there?" He called out.
 
OOC: well, ill join. never had an rp battle, so here she is. Its the second character. I cant seem to just select the post.

http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/approved-characters/tipsy-s-characters-23623.html#post511156

IC: Mtiette sat high up in the tree above the dreary and small graveyard. The souls called out heavily to her mind and the Heliant truly felt for them. For a while, Mtiette picked two leaves from the tree and whistles a melancholic tune. The music rung out sadly over the night (?) sky. It was an old Heliant tune which evolved from her home town when she was still human. At the conclusion of the piece, Mtiette let the two leaves fall,watching them dance slowly towards the ground before reuniting with the others. A tired feeling still lingered around her. Ihsan was nowhere to be found and God knows what he was planning. Sigh...how bothersome... she hummed before falling asleep on the highest branch.


Tap, tap, tap..... Mtiette's eyes cracked open at the repeating noise. Tap, tap, tap again. Raising her head up slightly a bit more, the Heliant spotted a small being with a cute little pompom hanging from its head. Ah, what an odd being... An such a colour.... she wondered with an eye on the fur. Suddenly, the being tensed up and pulled a scythe out, settling into a battle stance. "Who's there?" Mtiette paused for a second before sliding gracefully off her perch. The giant grey wings spread to slow her fall as she descended towards the ground. Her boots clinked slightly as she touched down, her wings folding back. Her right hand was outstretched, which appeared wierd until her spear trailed after her path. As if naturally, Mtiette snatched it out of the air and held it behind her back, point facing down in a less aggressive manner than the small being. It suggested peace, but also allowed her to be prepared in case it got violent. Sorry, if i have disturbed you. My name is Mtiette Faraway. I was just resting above in the tree. I hope i am not intruding? Mtiette couldnt tell why, but there was a very agressive and hostile air about the being.
 
Shadow twirled the scythe and then laid it, sharp end up, across his neck. "You are not. It's just that most people i see try to kill me." Shadow untensed his body slightly, but still kept it tense enough for him to react if he needed too.

The girl was different from most he had seen. Such as that she has wings and actually wields a weapon. That she displays that she can use it was also surprising, as most girls tend to be empathic and such. Ah well. Life changes even when Shadow does not.

"If i may ask, what are you? You seem far different from most humans i've seen. Then again, most humans tend to avoid me." Shadow was asking out of a need to know just in case he had to defend himself.
 
(OOC: I asked Shadow Jet, and he said that I can join too! Here's my character)

At the grave keeper's house at the top of the hill overlooking the cemetary grounds, a lone lantern flickered gently in the night. At his post, Sevan watched the cold, silent cemetery with lazy eyes. Slowly, Sevan felt his vision blur, his head bobbing downwards before quickly rising again; a quick gasp followed as he tried alerting his eyes, only to find them unresponsive. Quickly shaking himself into an alert pose, he stretched his arms, torso, and legs, hoping that it would be enough to keep him awake. A loud yawn escaped his throat.

Midnight shift again...

It had been over two weeks, and no real work had arisen for Sevan. After arriving in town, he found that the grave watcher needed to make a visit to his family in a distant land, landing Sevan a job. However, the job was more boring then Sevan had intended. Already forced to simply stand guard to prevent desecration, he was required by an old local custom to wear flowers over parts of his armor and weapons. He already looked pretty comical with his mismatched armor, but the flowers were the added icing on the cake.

He felt a pedal from a flower on his helmet fall and land on his nose. He quickly brushed it off, feeling the fatigue of the midnight shift.

"Two more days of this crap..."

A soft, banging noise echoed in the distance. Sevan perked his head up, listening carefully. After a brief silence, the same banging noise echoed again. Sevan grunted, turning to his lantern and Ordynka-Khegart. Grasping the lantern in his left hand and his Ordynka-Khegart in his right, he slowly descended down the dirt road that ran through the trees and tombstones towards the direction of the sound. Sevan mumbled to himself.

"If it's those kids again..."

After a half a minute of walking, the strange banging noise stopped. Sevan grew cautious.

That's strange...

As he was about to round a corner, he thought he heard the soft mumble of voices. Another complaining mumble to himself:

"Great..."

He walked around the corner, making no attempt to hid his presence. He raised the lantern to illuminate the trespassers.

"Alright, everybody out. Village rules say no people after..."

Sevan's voice trailed off as he actually took a look at the people in front of him. To his right was a black Moogle dressed in dark clothing. Across the road to his left was a Hume girl with gray, angelic wings who was dressed in purple armor. Both had their weapons drawn.

Sevan felt his mouth open to an ajar position, shocked at the supernatural appearance of the two figures. He steadied himself, remembering that he was still on duty, regardless of how awe-inspiring the two were from everyday people. He slammed the end of his Ordynka-Khegart into the ground with his right hand, the tip pointing straight into the sky. Trying to look as professional as possible, he readied his words.

"Uh-...You two! I'm the temporary grave keeper, Sevan. You're both not allowed into the graveyard at this time, as with town custom. I'm going to have to escort you both out."
 
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The rustling of leaves being disturbed by shuffling feet made her ears pricked and justifiably so as a Bangaa walked into view. This race of beings, she had met, although it being a fair while ago. As was when she was human, they still looked formidable and the period in which she clashed with them brought some respect of their battle prowess, as shown by a small scar across her left collar.

Hm? Leave?

There was a slight pause. As depressing as the mood was in a graveyard (although it did not affect her, after all anything spiritual cannot affect her as she herself is one...), it was a good spot for resting. It lied directly beneath Systicarna, a sprawling city in the sky, meaning energy was abundant and communication was somewhat clearer. As much as she hated to admit it, Mtiette had left recharging a slight bit too long. She needed to stay here to recharge, otherwise she would lose if she met with Ihsan.

I am sorry to say, but i have business here. To be exact with this tree... touching the wide body of the foliage. I will not be disturbing anything, so is there no way around? Mtiette turned so that her back was to neither person and she shifted her spear into a better position in her hand, holding it halway down the shaft. Although she admitted the battle prowness of bangaas, as a Heliant, even in her weakened state, she should be able to still fight effectively amongst lower beings.
 
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Gravekeeper. Damnit. Forgot about him. and this time they actually got someone who i should be careful about fighting.

Shadow shook his head and brought his scythe around to point ast the baanga. "I'm not leaving either. My work is not done." Shadow twirled it and brought it so it was 4 inches from his body, crossing it so the blade was at the top right of his body, facing his opponent. "And i'm not going to leave here unless i'm knocked out. Which won't be happening." As he watched, he saw the winged human also state similar things and bring her spear around.

"two versus one. I'm prett sure it's safe to say that your night is going to turn very ugly" Shadow backed up a few steps, to allow himself room to manuever.

OOC: Bara.Desu, you may want to get someone else into this fight to help you. Otherwise, it's going to be slightly one-sided. And you have permission to recruit someone.
 
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OOC:I was invited as my buddies back-up Character Link in siggy...

IC:Mortalia walked in and saw a few people. The portal she entered through was like a black abyss that would bring ones worst nightmare.

"I don't really like lizards but your not touching this one... That is a guarantee!"

She felt as though the two had a job to do together. They had met once and, though they didn't make a close friendship, she figured the Bangaa would be useful in the future.

"My name is Motalia Van Magus... I am better known as the Queen of Death or the Death Mage! And your gonna move that blade right now toady or this graveyards getting another corpse!"

She had a terrifyingly angry face and with good reason. This was a graveyard the most dangerous place to fight her in. These men had no escape.
 
"My name is Motalia Van Magus... I am better known as the Queen of Death or the Death Mage! And your gonna move that blade right now toady or this graveyards getting another corpse!"

A slight hint of smile twitched at the Heliant's pink lip. To be able to call herself a queen of anything meant that she must have the skills to back her up. It was perfect. Born a warrior, even after ascension, Mtiette felt the blood pump through her body, even though she knew that she should avoid all interference in lower world incidents.

Hm...i doubt you can get a corpse out of me, my lady.... she mused. It wasn't an attack at Motalia's skill, rather that it was a comment on the thing that would happen in the case she was defeated. From her eyes, Mtiette could feel that a fight was evident. The bangaa might've backed off, but this knew woman had tilted her hostility scale overboard.

In any case, we aren't interrupting anyone, nor are we grave robbers or intending to damage anything. Do you still intend to fight? As peaceful and good natured as Mtiette is, she couldn't quite swallow the condescending tone that Motalia talked to herself and the moogle. From her back, she twirled the long spear held it outstretched beside her. I will gladly comply if you wish, but do not presume your victory is assured, or i can guarantee the last you see will be the light of my spear before your soul is the one that the angel of death take.
 
Sevan was taken aback by the reactions of the two mystical figures. The angelic Hume reacted with an inquisitive tone. She then looked up at a large tree.

"I am sorry to say, but I have business here. To be exact with this tree..."

She reached up, touching the tree gently.

"I will not be disturbing anything, so is there no way around?"

Sevan felt his brow furrow.

Ok...a little weird...

The black Moogle, on the other hand, was more direct with his approach. With a quick motion, Seven saw the scythe twirl as the Moogle positioned himself into a battle-ready position.

"I'm not leaving either. My work is not done."

Seven's brow furrowed even further.

"And I'm not going to leave here unless I'm knocked out. Which won't be happening."

Uh oh...

The Moogle shifted his eyes over to the Hume, then back to Sevan. A smirk crept across his face.

"Two versus one. I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that your night is going to turn very ugly."

The Moogle took a few steps back, further readying himself. Sevan's mouth opened slightly, a disheartened look on his face. He knew he was screwed.

"I don't really like lizards but your not touching this one... That is a guarantee!"

Sevan felt his body stiffen and throat tighten, an agitated gulp forming. His mind filled with dread at the thought of who's voice it was.

Please, don't be...

The familiar black portal swirled upwards, forming into a smokey cacoon. A chill ran down Sevan's spine. From the portal, emerged Mortalia. Sevan's lipped curved in a factitious smile.

It is...Great!

In the same, over-the-top, and condescending manner that he grew to expect from her, she said:

"My name is Mortalia Van Magus... I am better known as the Queen of Death or the Death Mage! And your gonna move that blade right now toady or this graveyards getting another corpse!"

Mortalia, you never cease to amaze and annoy me; it's amazing how you do it all at the same time.

Sevan looked over the Hume, who was beginning to smile.

"Hm...I doubt you can get a corpse out of me, my lady...."

I can't tell who's telling jokes about themselves or who's being serious anymore...

As the Hume continued speaking, Sevan slowly picked off all the floral pieces that stuck to his armor as he readied himself to escort the two out, by force if necessary. When the Hume finished speaking, Sevan took a step forward, positioning his Ordynka-Khegart towards his closest problem, the Moogle.

"Sorry if you have business here, but I got a job to due. Come back tomorrow."

Sevan began closing on the Moogle. He reached his gauntlet-laden fist towards the small figure in an attempt to move the Moogle along.
 
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OOC: apparently, it's Tipsy v Mehaha, and me v Bara

"Didn't you hear me? I'm not leaving. And if you didn't hear me, then hear this" Shadow jumped back from the bangaa so he was in a tree's shadow. Shadow took in a deep breath, then spoke calmly in a dark-sounding deep voice that always seemed to happen when he used one of his abilites. "Shadow Fighter" Shadow and his shadow switched places and because of Shadow's natural coloration and Shadow being in another thing's shadow before activating it, it was hard to tell what happened.

The shadow roared and lunged forward, swinging the scythe in a wide arc. Shadow, meanwhile, traveled to his opponent's shadow and stayed there, waiting for time to strike. He ignored the human with wings and the so-called "Queen of Death". If anything, those two would deal with their problems themselves. All Shadow had to focus on now was the baanga.
 
"Hahahahaha"

Mortalia let out in a hysterical laugh. She was surprised the girl had the courage to stand up to her. She was going to let her see a little trick.

"Hey you little brat... What do I see when I look into your pretty little eyes? What do you see when you look in mine? I'll tell you... You see me the biggest s*** here. And then I see you dieing not too long from now"

She was getting angry.

"Hey serpent-face! I got the runt. You teach that other b**** why you don't f*** around. I vouch for you right now. Don't make me have to bring you back from the dead if you die. If I do9n't like your death I might not even do that... Until then kill this guy or I'll kill then eat the lot of you. Snake-Breath included"
 
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OOC: Uh, Mehaha, just so you know, Mtiette does not look like a child. She is 22. From what i read, both of you characters have had an extended life. So who exactly are you against? Me or GunJack's moogle? BTW, you did not specify what was to happen with your eyes, so im ignoring it. i also lol. You censor everything, but the fuck word.

Mtiette's lip did not fade from the slight curve of a smile. How long has it been since she was called a brat? It was so long ago, in her human life that it all seemed a blur. Ah well... Lets see what happens. However, Mtiette was somewhat concerned about the mentality of her opponent. Very well. Point of Revelations twirled 180 degrees and the end fell into her left hand, whilst her right held onto the middle. Both knees bent slightly, one in front of the other in a battle stance and the spear point facing squarely at the lady. It appears a clash is inevitable. Come. I, Mtiette Faraway, Third Sky General of the Valkyries, will face you.
 
OOC:I know she has her gay moments but refers to enemies as brats and punk ETC. The thing on the eyes was a metaphor for her seeing herself as top dog. She is that type f person. It's me versus you tipsy.

IC:Mortalia saw the girl go up in arms. This was in a way an insult to her. She couldn't believe this cheeky little runt would step up to her. She would teach her a lesson if she was stupid to challenge her.

"I'll warn you now... Swing that at me and... I'll rip off your face and then force feed it to you. That'll be followed by me snapping moth your legs finished with dicing you to fine pieces"

She said this unintentionally in the most scaryy manner one could imagine. All the while seeming calm and never losing her cool. This was someone to fear and without knowing it she sent that message as though it were though a loud speaker.

"Now take your spanking little one... Or else"

She finished with a rather sexual tone.
 
As effective as taunting can be, Mtiette was unfazed. Most trained soldiers are impervious to insultws and taunts, and Mtiette knew herself to be one of the best. The furthest extent in which Mortalia's words had on her was that it caused a slight worry in her mentality. Hm... we shall see.... Both of Mtiette's hand glowed white before along the length of the spear follow suit. However, she did not shift from her position. Fall all she cared, they could wait the whole night. There was plenty of time. she was not going to make the first move.
 
The girl seemed like she wouldn't move whatsoever. The was rather annoying thus she decided to go for the killing blow immediately.

"You won't come and get your spanking?"

Mortalia asked this but it was a rhetorical question. She performed her shadow alchemy spell. It created a purple liquid then sent it upward above her enemy. It took up a lot of magic and rained down on the target. If it hit the targets skin would begin to die. God forbid it found its way into their mouth.
 
OOC: First off, your character reminds me of someone from Army of Two Mehaha. I'm impressed,

Second, it's time for Solo Wing Pixy to join in the bloodfest.

http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/approved-characters/galm-2-s-bio-s-32180.html#post583145

IC: Maria was flying in to a sleepy village to rest for the night, her golden wings flowing to the breeze. As she flew in however, she caught sight of a black moogle, a vampire-like witch, a bangaa and an angel almost like her. Maria was very interested in the heated argument and decided to conceal herself by flying to the nearby tree and folding her wings to appear more human. Listening in to the conversation, Maria discovered that the vampire was Mortalia, one of the Von Maglis children that she heard stories about. The angel was one General Faraway of the Valkyries. Staying out of the fight, she looked closely at a potential fight between the two.
 
Sevan expected as much. Moogles tended to be very agile and quick because of their small stature, and this Moogle was no exception. The thing that surprised him was when the Moogle seemed to seep into the tree's shadow. Sevan could have sworn that the Moogle's silhouette flicker and become darker after entering the shadow area.

Maybe it's the lantern light...

Sevan shook his head, readying himself to knock-out the Moogle. The Moogle seemed to lung out with wide arc, which Sevan was able to back-step with little difficulty. As the latern swayed, its light caught the Moogle, illuminating it for Sevan.

What?

He saw the same Moogle just seconds before, although it seemed different somehow. The features seemed less distinct, a black photo copy of the original Moogle.

A magic user...should've known that, he's a Moogle...

After Sevan finished his back-step, he replanted himself. Sevan had trained against agile fighters before, so he was aware of the need to stay on balance to avoid granting an opening through his armor.

From over to his right, Sevan heard the winged Hume and Mortalia taunt each other. Or rather, Motralia did most of the taunting.

"Hey, serpant face!"

Sevan's blood boiled.

"Damn it, stop calling me that!"

Mortalia gave, in her usual manner, the deathly simple battle plan. Of course, she threw in her embellishments, glorifying her reign over the darkness and death. And also, she had to throw in a lizard refrence to further agitate Sevan. Turning his body towards her, he said:

"For the last time, stop it!"

Sevan hissed as he stammered around in irritation.

"If you die, I'll make sure to enlist a Black Mage to bring you back to life so I can gut you myself!"

He had completley focused his attention on Mortalia.
 
There was an eerie and augural atmosphere surrounding the open fields of the crepuscular graveyard. Tombstones of all shapes and sizes [stone crosses, mausoleums, simple cenothaps among others] were scattered all across the terrain. They were covered with dust and dirt, deteriorated by the passage of time and the countless climatic changes such as savage storms and voracious sunny days. Before this grim scenario, a foreigner investigating the recent events ocurring at the cemetery. The man was seen wearing a black leather coat that reaches the level of his calves, with silver buttons engraved with a lion’s head decorating it. The coat also has the image of a silver cross on the right sleeve, which starts at shoulder length and ends right at the wrist, dark brown deerskin fingerless and black boots.

His dichromatic eyes gazed at the necropolis as his left hand rested on top of the pommel of his longsword [which lied sheathed in the scabbard attached to his belt]. The warrior surveyed the area, searching for signs of life as he slowly began to venture further into the graveyard. The swordsman's swift footsteps landed on the darkened terrain, flattening the few blades of grass which sprouted from surprisingly fertile ground.

Suddenly...the foreigner heard a faint noice coming from the farthest section of the cemetery. As he carefully listened to the odd sounds, the swordsman began to realize that what he was listening was nothing more and no less than the heated sounds of a battle however; the participants were unknown to his knowledge. Brandishing his blade, the knight decided to head towards the battle in order to determine the source of the madness...


 
OOC: Damn, Julius, nice entry. Wish i thought of that....

IC: Perfect time to strike. It was right there. Totally perfect. I mean, the guy was focusing completely on the girl who had randomly appeared through a portal and declared herself a Queen of Death. Nice title, so far, nothing to back it up. And yet...

Shadow had his clone rush at the baanga from behind, swinging the sycthe in a wide arc at the bangaas body. Shadow decided to save his surprise for a bit longer, as there was more then one enemy, and if one of em saw it, then the other may be able to prepare themselves for it. Which would ruin the whole point of the ability. In retrospect, why he did not hone it enough so he could create multiple shadows at one time if required was kinda drawing a blank for Shadow. Oh well. Not much he can do now.

OOC: Alright, so i'm going to make who's battling what thing again here, we got

Shadow(me) vs. Sevan(Bara)
Mtiette(Tipsynaruto) vs. Mortalia(Mehaha)
Maria(Galm 2) vs. Julius's dude cuz i don't know his name

Alright, if anyone else joins, they're going to sit out of the battle till someone else joins to even it out. Ok? Ok. Let us continue.
 
Sevan's body tensed as his senses caught the whistle of a blade cutting through the air.

Crap...

With a combination of his heavy armor and distracted focus, Sevan wasn't nearly quick enough to evade the blade. Twisting his flexed left arm into the scythe's path, the scythe slide across the plated armor, leaving a grazing scratch along the metal surface. The blow lacked any force to do any significant damage to him physically, but the dent in his armor damaged something deeper: Sevan's pride. Sevan looked down at the scratch, grinding his teeth.

"Great! Another dent!"

Sevan recoiled his hand, quickly grasping the lower hilt of his Ordynka-Khegart. He tightened his grip around his weapon in anger, and took a shift forward towards the black Moogle.

With a brisk stabbing motion, the blade tip was launched forward towards the Moogle's limbs. Sevan grunted as his body lurched, his feet planting themselves into the damp graveyard soil in preparation for another attack, his arms extending with some light momentum, and his back straining as it twisted to accentuate his form. His armor clamored loudly as the plates clanked against each other from the sudden movement.

As the tip ripped through the air with a high-pitched whistle, Sevan felt a smug expression wash over him. He felt his combat experience was finally starting to pay off, making his movements look effortless and easy.
 
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