Video Game: Roxas (Kingdom Hearts)
Movie: The Phantom of the Opera (2004 film)
Anime: Shikamaru Nara (Naruto)
Cartoon: Mister Freeze (Batman: The Animated Series)
TV Show: Captain Hook (Once Upon A Time)
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Posted by Phantom Roxas on 22 June 2018 - 01:02 PM
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Posted by Phantom Roxas on 10 June 2018 - 02:41 PM
Going to be a bit erratic right now, but this is more of a preliminary post covering a few things.
Yesterday marked one year since my party of characters began their battle against @Merciful Idiot's Protheus Maximus. While I estimate that there are about two posts left in our collaboration, the point remains that my characters have long since been egregiously lagging behind. And that's on me. My activity on the site as whole suffered in 2014 through 2016, and the damage has been done. Even still, I am determined to finish this fight, and bring my characters to the final boss fight.
Speaking of which, there are three stages projected in this fight, and we are still only on the first. Given the nature of this first stage, I see the battle as having had multiple rounds within it. Sometime over the next few days, I will post a formal status update to keep everyone up to speed. Following that, I will write a boss post with Hollow Isamy, which I hope should begin the final round of this stage and serve as a prelude to Stage 2. This roleplay began on July 7, 2013. Our fifth anniversary is in less than a month, or just under four weeks. My hope and preference is that July 7 will be the date that Stage 2 begins.
Due to personal matters, @Tesability Black may need to step out of the roleplay. What will become of her characters is still being decided, so I will try to work out something there with some considerations towards that prelude to Stage 2 and the anniversary.
Although this is ostensibly our "endgame", this roleplay has dragged on for the better part of five years. While I do not have any intention of rushing this story to an anticlimactic finale, and hope to have some semblance of a satisfying conclusion in spite of what has happened, we do need to bring this story towards that conclusion, satisfying or otherwise. Please be prepared for this battle to advance towards the next Stage.
While we've been primarily discussing on Skype, in case anyone is more active on Discord, you may join this roleplay's channel here: https://discord.gg/C7sJyv
We've rarely used it, but I believe now is as good a time as any to plug it.
Posted by Phantom Roxas on 04 June 2018 - 03:27 PM
1. Easy, give them a mini-arc to explain each of their characters, when plot is not involved.
2. Following tradition. The main protagonist has Yu somewhere in their name, and Yukina sounds like a female name to me, I mean six series and not a single female protagonist. What is this Pokemon Pre-Crystal Version?
3. It's so that Yukina can't be recognized. She is the owner of a Multi--decillion dollar company, that would make her a celebrity ad you know how the papparazi are about trashing people's good names. Refer to the episode of 5d's where Carly hangs out with Jack to get an interview with him. As for the check, Yukina sees Tea's group from atop a building, signs her name on the back of the check she gives to the shopkeeper, and since it's 3018, try to broaden your horizons a bit. Think for a while: The check can be a smart check, with an ai that can tell if the shopkeeper is planning to go over the total cost of the swimsuits for his own greedy reasons. The check can analyze the amount written, wipe itself clean and write in the correct amount.
4. Tea's group didn't have cash on them. I mean would you have cash or the correct currency when you're flung 1,000 years in the future?
5. This is a synopsis. The actual chapter will have more dialogue. As for the heiress thing, That is explained in chapter 2. Is Seto Kaiba 18? Cause that's how old you have to at least be to run a company. Yukina is 16 so she's two years short of the mark, so the company is run by her half aunt, a woman named Madeline Usami, who does not have Yukina's best interests in heart. Madeline forbids Yukina from Dueling, but that does not mean she is willing to learn from her ancestors. As for Exodia, my guess Solomin had a backup set of Exodia cards which were preserved via lamination by another duelist. I mean 1,000 years and the cards would be dust by then. Remember, she does have a dueling museum in her mansion with relics from series past, like Yugi's Duel Disk and the Exodia cards. And yes, it was to scare off the goons.
1. I think you have a few too many characters for those mini-arcs. You might want to consider trimming down your cast.
2. I recognized that her name follows the tradition. My point is that her full name does not make much sense.
3. "Heiress" does not equal "owner". As you've stressed, she's too young to be running the company, so she does not own it yet. Besides, the check would still give away her identity. If you have to tell your audience "Try to broaden your horizons a bit", that's preemptively shutting down critique of your own. Suspensions of disbelief are of course to be expected when reading stories like these, but that assumption can only get you so far. The writer needs to make considerations to accommodate that suspension of disbelief, not demand that the audience keeps stretching it thin. The smart check that for whatever reason would keep the shopkeeper from being greedy is fine, but that's irrelevant to the issue at hand. My point is that if she's trying to be recognized, a blank check with her signature that cannot be cashed unless she takes off her cloak to confirm her ID defeats the entire purpose of going incognito, so she might as well just pay in cash. The blank check raises more questions and problems, while just paying in cash would be simpler, and if anything, works better as a contrast to Tea and the others having obsolete currency.
4. I get that their money would not be any good, and stating that is avoiding the point about them almost stealing the swimsuits until Yukina pays for them with a check that has her name on it and would require her to let the shopkeeper recognize her.
5. Even if she's too young to run the company, your previous point was that she is a celebrity as the heiress of the company. I figured that Madeline forbids Yukina from dueling. I wouldn't say you're "guessing" that Solomon had a backup set of Exodia cards. You're making that up for the sake of this story, even though that raises the question of why he had never given Yugi that set to replace them. Or you could even say that they were the original set that Yugi lost, but restored and preserved to be put in the museum.
Posted by Phantom Roxas on 03 June 2018 - 10:01 AM
That synopsis for Chapter 1 has me vastly concerned, because it sounds like the introductions are incredibly rapid-fire. I understand the assumption that we as readers will all be familiar with each of the characters, but I personally can't imagine much more than "Hey, I'm ____, and this is ___" ad nauseam, especially when you're categorizing characters into different "groups". Just look at the sheer size of Mai's group. I understand the idea that the premise is to have characters from every series under one roof, but as Dova pointed out, how could you balance all those characters?
Maybe this is just old fashion talking, but I'm mostly used to women taking their husband's name rather than vice-versa. I understand that's not always the case, but I find it odd that Yukina's last name is Gardner rather than Muto. Not to mention the odd contrast between "Yukina" and "Gardner". If you're following the dub names, then typically the first and last name are Americanized, with the only exception I can think of being "Jaden Yuki". This is very much a weird hang-up, but "Yukina Gardner" really does not make sense as a name to me.
I don't believe the synopsis says that the girl in the cloak is Yukina, but I'm assuming that is the case. If so, then why is she even wearing a cloak when she meets up with Tea's group? I don't think she has any reason to hide her identity. These people don't know who she is yet, and a blank check is called that because the number to be cashed in is blank. The person would still sign their name, so even if Yukina wears a cloak when she hands the shopkeep a check, the shopkeep's could look at the signature on that check and know it's her. And stores also would not accept checks unless they could confirm the ID of the person handing them the check, so if some random girl is wearing a cloak, the shopkeep cannot confirm her ID, and therefore cannot accept the check. But hey, maybe laws are different in a millennium.
What I'm saying is that "mysterious girl in a cloak hands a blank check to help pay for the swimsuits that Tea and her friends were about to steal" is not as cool or ominous as I suspect you wanted it to be.
Even if she's not perfect, the notion of her being the heiress of a multi-decillion dollar company is ridiculous. I suppose another millennium is going to have a huge effect on inflation, but otherwise it just sounds like she has access to that much money because "decillion" sounds cool and it's, like, totally ten times better than a million, right? But her having had zero dueling experiences is hard to believe both when she's the heiress of a company that's all about dueling, and that the chapter seemingly ends with her summoning Exodia. Or does her summoning Exodia count as her first duel? Or is it not even a duel, and she only just summons Exodia to scare the goons off?
Posted by Phantom Roxas on 30 May 2018 - 10:30 AM
Well, it's been a week since I update this thread, and plenty has happened in that time.
The U.S. Senate will hold a hearing on the Sprint/T-Mobile merger on June 27. Considering how it's two weeks the other merger madness coming up, this should hopefully give it a bit more distance to stand on its own.
National Amusements - or more specifically, just Shari Redstone - has cooled interest in merging CBS and Viacom. Redstone has confirmed the theory that her plan was to sell a combined CBS and Viacom. However, since CBS and Les Moonves have rejected the plan, Redstone may be stepping back from this deal. Right now, the main concern here is the lawsuit against Redstone, so we'll see where that goes, though I may not post on that too much, because while the lawsuit was prompted by the merger, I don't think it necessarily contributes much to the discussion here.
Analysis suggests that the government may succeed in blocking the AT&T/Time Warner deal. We still have a couple of weeks to see the decision there, but we are getting close.
Now for some updates on the Disney v. Comcast bidding war for Fox and Sky.
There's a good here article explaining Sky's position in all this. I was skeptical that if Fox alone is facing scrutiny for trying to acquire Sky, and that the combination of Comcast and Fox would be another problem, but this touches on how that would be more of a benefit. Essentially, Sky is bound to be bought up no matter what. The question is if, rather than any sort of bidding war for Sky, Fox could partner up with either Comcast or Disney to acquire Sky. That still puts the focus of the bidding war on Fox, though ultimately would result in Fox acquiring Sky.
Despite declaring their intent to make a bid, Comcast has yet to formally do so. As such, Fox and Disney have announced that they will be conducting a shareholder meeting on July 10. This puts more of a deadline on Comcast to make their bid, though they have nearly a month between when the AT&T/Time Warner trial ends and when this meeting will be held. It's possible that the meeting could be postponed, but at least we're getting more progress on this deal.
Sticking with Deadline, they go more into detail about why Comcast is trying to buy Fox. It's the usual "They need to bulk up to survive against FAANG", and really reiterates what I'm saying that I don't believe Comcast actually wants Sky, so much as they need Sky to get Fox. The theory is that whoever gets Fox will be the last "old media" to carry on into the next age of the media landscape, and whoever loses Fox is going to be at a serious disadvantage. While I think Disney will survive even if they don't get Fox, for Comcast I believe that this deal could very easily make or break them. Heck, this might break Comcast even if they win, since Comcast could be in serious debt from the purchase alone. The most I can think of is that Fox would get saddled with debt like Toys R Us did. So I don't see Comcast as necessarily wanting to use Fox in and of itself, and they'd only have Fox take the fall for them. Which… really just seems like business suicide, not trying to survive against FAANG. It would remove Fox as a player, and Comcast would end up back at square one.
But that's all assuming Comcast even gets far enough. Disney is supposedly preparing to offer an even bigger deal for Comcast. While that move was to be expected, I believe this is the first we've heard of Disney actually taking those steps. Disney would have five working days to prepare their counter offer if Comcast makes their own, so if Comcast makes their bid before Disney and Fox's shareholders meeting, then Disney would likely make their own counter before then as well. I don't know if Disney is waiting for Comcast's deal so they can raise their offer accordingly, or if they'll jump the gun and raise their offer before Comcast makes theirs.
We'll see what happens in two weeks, between the rulings on the AT&T/Time Warner deal, and Fox and Comcast's respective bids for Sky. Those three rulings should all be the catalysts for the next stage for these bids.
Posted by Phantom Roxas on 22 May 2018 - 07:18 PM
[The Pathway to Remembrance]
Twilight of the Gods
Eria was home.
Her feet dragged through the mud as she wandered listlessly. The bodies of men and demons lined her path, arranged as if they had been scattered just so to allow her a path. Raindrops poured, running down her face and drenching her clothes. Fires still ravaged homes, swords planted seemed to fall one by one. Beyond the edge of the village, far past the river, stood a pure white castle of ivory and marble, surrounded by an iron wall.
“Why?” Eria watched her hand catch the rain. Each drop seemed to turn red as it touched her, before slipping from her and meeting the ground. Before her laid three bodies: Her master, Lady Doriado. Her father, Rahz. And her mother, Aqueria.
“Because of who you are.” Megiddo stepped over several of the bodies behind her. “You mean a lot to a great many people. But… the future is never kind to you from what I’ve seen. You’re forgotten by a childhood friend who simply runs off because he wants to play the hero… and fails spectacularly. Your other half must understand how that must feel. As far as I can see, suffering is just part of who you are”
“Everyone lost their homes!” Eria protested. “Everyone they loved is gone. All because of Isamy and her damned Distortions. They would have died anyway, and you just… killed them yourself. Just because you could, just to torture me.” Eria knelt beside Doriado’s body, lifting her hand. “What do you want?”
Megiddo steepled his fingers. “My Lady Lindzei gave me a Focus of my own, to seek a power that controls the multiverse. I am to forge an artifact known as the Axis of Creation. It is for this purpose that I seek to merge all the worlds, and the people within them. Starting with you.”
Eria grit her teeth. It was always about Focuses and his master. She couldn’t understand any of it. All she knew was that Megiddo was an absolute hypocrite. “…Creation? You kill my family… and you expect me to believe this is about creation?”
“My understanding is that the Axis of Creation is not particularly interested in one random girl losing her family.”
Eria stomped towards Megiddo, but she simply walked through his form. She punched the air, but it missed. She punched again, only to miss again. Random, he called her. He didn’t care one bit who he was hurting. She felt so small, like an insect trying to reason with a dragon.
“…Anyway,” Megiddo continued. “If you’d let me finish. Yes, your world was doomed. I have no stake in how this war ends. I might enjoy seeing you destroy Omega, but if you could accomplish that, I would rather have your eyes on me rather than believing that you can just kill Omega and wish this all away like some bad dream. Your counterpart didn’t lose her home because of Distortions or anything like that. She lost everything, and she can’t just turn that back. I killed your parents and your teacher so you could understand exactly what it’s like to know true suffering. To see how deep that pain could cut. After that, I was hoping that you might finally start to think like the other Eria. The more alike your experiences and feelings are, walking the same paths regardless of the Distortions, the easier it’ll be for your minds to become one. But if you still think you can put everything back the way it was, I will not stop you. It all comes down to you… and her.” Bowing deeply enough that his entire torso was turned in a perfect right angle, Megiddo vanished.
Thunder boomed in the sky. The rain continued to pour. Eria reached out for where Megiddo was standing, but he was out of her reach. “…Guess it’s just you and me now.”
“Hm. Yes...” The other Eria muttered nonchalantly, squatting close to the muddy ground. “Yes. It’s just me now.”
Her eyes would occasionally drift off to that white castle in the distance, but mostly, her attention was fixated on a puddle directly in front of her. She raised her left hand, and then her right, and then gently touched her own face; as though to confirm what she was seeing. The face of a mature, blue-haired woman with red tattoos and faint scars; the corruption of the void was nowhere to be seen, yet that changed nothing. Void Eria was looking at herself, at her reflection.
“It’s… weird. I thought we looked exactly alike.” The dark counterpart continued, tilting her head slightly at the puddle. “I recognized you in a heartbeat. But that bitter soldier of dark－I can’t recognize it.”
“His name is Megiddo,” snapped Eria. “The entire reason we’re merged like this because that’s what he wanted me to do. I thought that I could… I’d hate to give him what he wants, but Protheus said something before. He has an affinity for water. Seems like that’s what makes you so dangerous. Hiita and Wynn gave him power over fire and wind, but it’s the other way around with you. I know our skill as a Water Charmer, and he gives you an advantage. Still… whenever you or I use our abilities to Charm creatures, or even people with the same affinity, there’s always a connection.”
Fire crackled as a few of the houses began to collapse. She looked around for loose tools, anything that she could use as a demonstration. At most, she found a demon whose hand rested on a chain with a blade at the end. Eria grabbed the chain, feeling rust and blood scraping her hands as the chain broke off from the blade. She held up one end of the chain, and showed it to Void Eria. “Like a chain. Protheus has just brushed off everything we throw at him. If I tried to Charm him, just by myself, it wouldn’t work. For all I know, he’d just cut that connection right away… or just turn it against me.”
”In other words…” Void Eria stood up after gaining an inkling of what was being implied. She calmly stepped through the puddle, and with her hands, grasped the other end of the chain. ”If you had someone on the other side, already connected to him… An insider. Then your team could bypass his defense. A Charm from both ends! How unusually strategic, considering you.”
Eria bit her lips. Even as she tried to rationalize the plan, it felt downright evil. Although her counterpart was genuinely impressed with the plan - even if that praise was backhanded - it was a kind of Charm that she never wanted to use. Lady Doriado would have disapproved of her manipulating anyone to such an end. Maybe she could forgive herself, putting aside her morals for the sake of defeating Protheus. But she had made her bed, and now she had to lie in it. “…That’s exactly right. And you have the Staff of Armadyl. I don’t really understand it myself, but I’ve seen what it can do.”
Another relic from what Ophelia had sent against them. Xansvita had used it to horrifying potential. Void Eria had only scratched the surface of that, but if this could work… “I need you, and I need that staff. I can’t expect to defeat Protheus without either of you.” She didn’t want to threaten her counterpart. She had made it this far, and she wasn’t exactly excited about the prospect of fighting and overpowering herself.
…In a situation like this, maintaining diplomacy worked as long as she had the upper hand. Offering a hand to her doppelganger, Eria took a deep breath. “Still think all I have is naive idealism?”
“You’re learning.” Void Eria responded, looking down at the hand in a momentary silence. For some reason, she seemed just a little familiar with this sort of scenario. ”I’m willing. To lend the divine staff, to grant a shortcut to victory. However… This is a negotiation. Remember you need me, far more than I need you. Nothing comes free, and always expect the opposition to raise a few conditions… Will you hear mine?”
Eria took another deep breath. She needed to keep herself steady.
“Remember. Right now, I am your only chance at a possible win. There’s really no doubt that, without me, you’d all die by the Herald’s hand.” Void Eria ominously warned, before proceeding. Letting the chain drop to the soaked ground below, she started to walk, circling around the other Charmer. “I know how much that LIZARD must mean to you, and I can imagine how much the others might mean to you… More than that, I know you. All too well. Hence, this is my first condition: If any of your friends’ lives are threatened, we will not sacrifice ourselves for them.”
As Void Eria continued to walk around Eria, on Eria’s opposite side the raindrops had gathered to form a tall shape. It could’ve represented anyone. Sora? Gagagigo? Arthur? As she watched, the shape was struck down by a sudden spear of water, and exploded into droplets that splashed onto her.
“We, the Water Charmer, are too valuable. We have the best chance of beating him, the others can’t wield the Staff like we can, and more than that, you have come too far to be cut down now. I have seen… great idiots in war, who threw themselves into death’s embrace to save their comrades. But instead of saving them, all they did was make everything worse. I just can’t allow moral stupidity. What do you say?”
It was a difficult condition to accept. The entire point of defeating Protheus was that no one else would need to sacrifice themselves. She had no intention of dying, but she had been prepared for that possibility. She’d give anything to save any of her friends out there. Especially Gagagigo or Arthur. But there was no way her counterpart would sacrifice herself for Gagagigo. If she had the chance, she would happily leave him to do so. And who were any of the others to her, especially Arthur?
“I understand,” Eria said. She didn’t have to like it, but she at least understood.
Void Eria nodded. “This Origin War exists because of the Door. He’s fighting for it, you’re fighting for it, everyone is. Rumour has it that it can do anything. And we’re so close... If we all make it to the end, I want this to be worth what I had to go through. The Herald promised me something, and it’s not something I want to abandon, even with you. Hence, this is my second condition: Use the Door to ensure the War of Darkness never happened.”
As she started to glow, the normal Eria could hear the sounds of distant fighting in the distance; the clashing of metal and magic in a tragic war she’d only had glimpses of thus far. The rain was beginning to pour ever harder.
“Personally, I don’t fancy the idea of making ‘everything the way it was’, and I’d bet that’s what your allies are thinking of. It won’t help me, and hell, it might only be a matter of time for you... We have the chance to do so much, so let no one push the reset button. If it’s us who obtain ultimate power, we deserve this. I deserve this, and they who died for nothing deserve this. We deserve a little selfishness, a little Divinity… If you find yourself in that position, at least grant me this. What do you say?”
“Of course I’ll do that for you.” She agreed without thinking, but looking at it, she wasn’t sure if she could agree to that desire. If Eria had to choose her wish, it could be to make an all-encompassing wish. Broad enough to erase all the tragedies, including what both of them had suffered. The very possibility that she could even have that wish was what she held onto to stop herself from going insane and giving in like Megiddo would want. “I might as well tell you this, then. If I could wish for anything else, more than a reset button, I would wish to completely erase Megiddo altogether. Whatever he’s planning with that Axis of Creation he mentioned, I would want to stop that. However, the one thing I want to stand by going forward is that I don’t want to drag anyone else into my fight. If there’s a chance for me to simply get rid of Megiddo, I’ll take that. But if I can’t… no, even if I can do that, I’ll still use the Door to save your world from the war. I promise you that much.”
There was the faintest glimmer of a smile on Void Eria’s face - a glimmer gone all too quickly, leaving her with a satisfied, if cold expression. “Good. Let us both obtain what we wish.”
She looked back towards the castle of white. In her hands was the Staff of Armadyl. “Finally, we have a battle to win. Our enemy’s immortal and crafty, with terrible power I can’t begin to imagine. Hence, this is my final condition: Let’s kill Protheus Maximus for good.”
Her footsteps came to a stop, directly in front of Eria. Between them the body of the Herald of Darkness - composed of water - lay. It promptly broke apart, melting into a harmless puddle. “If we’re going to make it out of the Pathway to Remembrance at all, he needs to be out of the way. All he’ll do is terrorize everyone else the longer he lives, and our chances of reaching the Door grow slimmer the longer he stays alive. So no sparing his life. No overlooking any corners. We take the fight to him and we win. What do you say… me?”
This was exactly what Eria was hoping for. This wasn’t even a condition she would hesitate to accept. She was worried that the Void Eria would remain unfailingly loyal to Protheus, but she was willing to turn against even him. Granted, that was concerning in its own way, but she focused on the benefits. She wouldn’t be giving Megiddo what he wanted. This wasn’t her using some underhanded strategy through the other Eria to get at Protheus. This was an actual partnership.
“Of course,” Eria sighed in relief. “That’s exactly what I’ve wanted. And I know this may sound a little schmaltzy to you, but if we are going to work together, I’m sure we’ll win.”
“I’m glad. That you can actually see things my way.” Void Eria responded, with a little less sharpness in her tone than normal. “I suppose… I have somewhat more reason to trust you, than I do that dark god. Alright.”
She held out her hand.
Protheus had already knocked down Sora and MirageGaogamon. Now it was Arthur and Kairi trying to help a two-headed serpent against Protheus and his servant god. The only advantage they had was that Protheus seemed distracted by someone else, standing idly by the Lake. They looked familiar for some reason, but there was no time to think about it. The dark sorcerer was rising higher and higher into the air, charging up more and more energy, his attention captivated by something beyond the battlefield, something completely and utterly terrifying. What was he looking at?
That same nursery rhyme echoed behind them. ‘hickory dickory dock,’ it repeated over and over like clockwork. Looking for a source of the sound, Arthur watched as the sky itself seemed to be holding, before fading away into absolute nothingness. Trees fell one by one, as if a beast was rampaging towards them.
Then, Protheus uttered, in a harsh breath, a horrifying incantation.
As darkness fell upon the lake, Arthur prepared to fight back with his Keyblade, but his legs would not move. He could not run. His bones felt like jelly, as if his entire body was being commanded to simply stay still, and watch.
Where Protheus hovered in the sky, his own form began to fade within a sphere of darkness, no different from what he had been reviving himself in.
“I, the Herald of Darkness, have elected to strip off this shell,” Protheus declared. “Yes. I shall reveal my soul, my true form... all for you, my baby ‘Isamy’.”
It couldn’t be her. Not now. Had Arthur made a mistake about the prophecy? Was it foretelling that Isamy had returned, or was she already back?
Protheus and Isamy were family. Together, this entire war was their own doing. The only way Arthur could be certain that he and everyone else could survive this was be stopping both of them. And yet, Protheus seemed all too happy to destroy his own daughter.
At Protheus’ command, his spell unleashed an unimaginable wave of darkness, concentrated entirely on Isamy. Before anyone could start to run, Isamy took the darkness head on. But just as soon as she made contact with it, but her, the darkness, and even Protheus himself, had all suddenly
Protheus was no doubt still recovering in that orb of darkness. Arthur couldn’t sympathize with Isamy. He didn’t mourn her, not one bit. Even still, he had made the choice to join her Divine. She had sought him out. There was a part of him, something that he wanted to knock some sense into, that still felt angry to see her die as quickly as she had returned.
“How could you do that to her?” Arthur screamed at the darkness. “She was your own daughter!”
The orb slowly descended towards the field of snow, at first utterly silent, providing no response whatsoever. The regenerative process was taking longer than usual for some reason, as though it had actually drained him a little. Whatever he did, maybe it wasn’t something he could just spam. As the orb drew closer and closer to the ground, the familiar voice of the Herald of Darkness could be heard booming from within, “I don’t care. ‘Isamy Maximus’ was a paradox… and I have corrected it.”
Cracks formed in the shell, spreading all over until it burst to reveal a fully-formed Protheus Maximus. He was grinning with pride - there was no regret, only a sense of egotistical accomplishment, of infatuation at just how amazing he was. Satisfied at being able to show off his full power, against the troublesome person in this whole war, and in the face of these annoyingly stubborn mongrels.
“After all,” his arms were reached outwards to the heavens, “there can only be ONE. And how can I ever have a successor if I am never to die?”
The expression on Protheus’s face made his insanity more obvious than ever before, his body twitching in delight, his eyes wide and delirious. The Herald of Darkness looked down at the insects, at Arthur Ancyl. “More importantly. Tell me, boy...how does it feel to see true power? To understand just how impossible this fight is?”
Where the forest once was, there was now a rainbow abyss that stretched on forever. Most of the Lake of Remembrance had been consumed by a scarily massive force, by whatever Isamy had become, and Protheus had crushed that like it was nothing.
Behind Protheus’s floating figure, the Lake was raging mercilessly as the Twilight One let out sky-piercing screeches; lasers of black and white were crashing down from the skies like thunder, assailing the waters, cornering the smaller Leviathans wherever they went. The god was clearly weakened, yet still so powerful. From their every exchange, it was clear who was superior. And to think that god served Protheus so loyally... The power under his arsenal was on an entirely different scale.
Arthur cast a Cure spell on himself and readied himself for Protheus’ next attack. Even now, he refused to believe the battle was impossible. Even if the two-headed serpent was on their side, and could fight the Twilight One, there was still no guarantee he could win this battle. But it wasn’t impossible.
“…You know you’re going to die,” Arthur said. “That’s the entire reason you want the Door, right? Chardonnay called you ‘Judgment’, and it’s only because you’re not the real Herald of Darkness. It’s not that you’ll never have a successor because you’ll never die. You’re supposed to die because you already have one: Isamy. When she asked me to join the Divine, all I wanted was a world without gods. Because I thought my father abandoned me with strangers. Tossed me aside until the people who were my parents in every way that mattered were killed in front of me just because I-” Arthur clutched his chest. He could still feel his heart arching. Being so close to the lake, talking about that memory made him tremble as he had done so many years ago. “Because I all I ever do is keep running. I thought I could just use the Door to get rid of my father because there was no way I was going to just… sit down and talk with him. A lot’s happened over these past few days, and I still don’t think I really am ready to talk with him. So you can call it daddy issues, but I think that’s exactly why I’m here to stop you. We’re both cowards, running away from the one thing we can’t face. The only difference is that I’m not going to take the easy way out like you. I’m not going to drag everyone else into Hell with me… but I’ll be sure to save a seat for you.”
Arthur ran to the right, casting a Reflect spell on impulse as Sora and Kairi both cast magic spells at Protheus, who simply shook his head. Protheus swatted away the spells without even looking, easily overcoming their mana control. As far as he was concerned, the Keybladers were nothing now. With the muttering of ”Set”, triplet lasers of darkness fired from around him, aiming for the three Keybladers yet again. He pointed his left hand at Arthur, and the boy could feel the mana in his Reflect being wrestled away. The more time passed, the easier it was becoming for Protheus to gain control over their attacks, it seemed - and the more dangerous it became to engage him at all.
Both heads of the Leviathan gestalt fired beams of ice, each one heading towards one of the Twilight One’s wings. MirageGaogamon threw the sickle end of his kusarigama towards the Twilight One, hoping ensnare the Twilight One with it. Given the sheer size of the black phoenix, it would be impossible for him to force it down to the ground, but he could at least attempt to keep it in place long enough for the Leviathan to focus whatever brute strength it could possibly muster.
The Twilight One’s eyes were focused entirely on the strange Leviathan that had materialized. Its world had been torn asunder by that materialization of the Egyptian Pantheon, its many bodies had been torn apart by that utter ridiculousness, and still it emerged victorious. There shouldn’t be anything left to stand in its way, and yet this feral, agile creature was proving to be a troublesome blasphemer. The phoenix opened its beak, about to let out a screech when it felt a tiny pin stab into its belly. Had one of the tiny mortals actually attacked it? Even though the move had done no damage whatsoever, and the force pulling its massive form down did nothing, it felt distracted by the sheer audacity. Distracted long enough for the beams to draw close.
When the god realized the Leviathan had attacked, it hardened its wings to steel as fast as it could. Small traces of the beam managed to break through, and shards of ice stabbed into its black flesh. Its crimson eyes flashed with anger. These mortals, these creatures, how dare they land their attacks upon it! How dare they defy it so! It shook its wings in a vain attempt to remove the shards, before giving up and opting for a different option.
The Twilight One curled into a ball, and ruthlessly dived down from the sky. With the titanic force of a meteor, it slammed itself directly into the Leviathan, launching the beast straight into the Lake beneath them. As it crashed, much of the Lake’s water splashed all around the, creating waves upon waves. The Keyblade wielders all cast Blizzard spells, freezing some of the incoming water in walls of ice just large enough to shield them, parting some of the Lake’s water past them.
MirageGaogamon still held on to the Twilight One. He had distracted it, but he wouldn’t be so lucky again. Drawing out his weapon from the phoenix’s leg, he continued to fly behind the phoenix. As small as even he was compared to it, that was perhaps something he could use to his advantage. He flew from side to side, pouring his energy into his kusarigama until he could reach the Twilight One’s head, just as long it wouldn’t turn to face him before then. Now he was the one who needed the distraction.
The Twilight One remained unaware of the bug climbing it, feeling the tiniest of sensations but otherwise occupied with its submerged enemy; high above, the clouds were beginning to generate divine energy, prepared to shoot more lasers into the Lake to finish it off for good… Then. The god’s left eye suddenly moved as it saw a fly enter its vision. Locking onto the fly’s position, the Twilight One’s left eye traced his flight as he made his way towards its head. The creature was peculiar in that he lacked the life energy that most mortals possessed, yet was still in some sense alive. What a confusing being. Once it was done with him, there would surely be no room for him in any afterlife.
YOU DARE APPROACH US? A divine voice ruptured through MirageGaogamon’s mind as he drew close. And as the lightning in the sky continued to charge, about a hundred flock of feathers detached from the Twilight One’s head, turned to arrows of steel, and fired at the incoming Digimon.
Eria tried to move her body, but it felt so unlike her own. Where she tried to move her arms, two serpentine heads wrangled through the lake instead. “Arthur…” Eria was holding her counterpart’s hand. “After this, I don’t know if I’ll be myself anymore. I have to defeat Protheus, so I…” She had to remember her promise. Even if Arthur was in danger, she couldn’t go out of her way to save him. She had to defeat Protheus, but before that, she had to finish the Twilight One.
Ragnarok was rising from the Lake, but its body sank all over again, its heads slamming the waterbank once again. Its heads began to slink back, barely making a sound. Arthur was drowning. Eria had to save him. Eria had to defeat Protheus and the Twilight One. She had to save him. She had to win. She had to-
Interrupting her indecision, Eria saw a golden silhouette reaching a hand out to her. “Eria,” the voice said. “Slifer and Ra sacrificed themselves so that you could win. Wynn, Hiita, and Aussa, their spirits still carried on just long to help summon Me here. You cannot let that all be for nothing. Destroy the Twilight One.”
Eria took the figure’s hand. “But I… who are you? Why does it have to be me?”
The light shimmered until Eria could see nothing else, save for her own hand. “I am the Sun that will shine upon your tomorrow. You know Me as Horakhty. With the final blessing I can offer you in this realm, I will only say that you cannot win alone. In truth, it is the bonds you have forged which shall carry you through this day.”
Just then, both of Ragnarok’s heads immediately lurched back up, focusing on the Twilight One. Snow twisted and rose around them all, and as MirageGaogamon was hurled to the ground the Twilight One’s assault, some of its steel feathers simply stopped in midair. Once more MirageGaogamon had given them an opening. As painful as it was to see him hurt, it was enough.
The air around the Twilight One began to grow cold as snow was gathering all around the dark phoenix, and in a flash of light, the snow had completely solidified into a colossal prison of ice, completely trapping the entire form of the Twilight One.
Once more, Ragnarok shot twin beams of ice, which spiraled and converged, into the pierced through the sphere, and into the heart of the Twilight One.
As Horakhty’s blessing began to fade, Ragnarok took one last fall into the lake. She was ready to shed this body. If there had to be one more sacrifice, it could be her. After all, she would still be alive, in a way.
Arthur had shaken off almost everybody but Ytidens. One final Aero spell pushed him away, but Arthur was still trying to get to the surface. Above him, he could see the Leviathan falling on top of him. If this was what his vision was showing him, of the Leviathan falling on top of him instead of devouring him, it was almost too sad to be foreboding.
Eria turned Ragnarok’s body as best as she could. Looking down at herself, at her human body inside this beast, she could see her feet begin to change. They were disintegrating below her, and all she could feel feel was a begrudging acceptance. Her counterpart was disintegrating in much the same way. The new person they were about to become was being born. She could scream, but she knew it was too late to turn back now.
Arthur had reached the surface. Even if Eria could somehow hear him, his voice was still too weak. “Eria, please come back. We need you. I need you. I…”
Before Ragnarok could crash, ice began to form along its body. It still tried to move in its freefall, but the ice - no, crystal - simply would not let it. Its twin heads curled and twisted together as its entire body shrank. Arthur was calling for Eria, she was sure of it.
How could it even have happened that Eria the Water Charmer had fallen in love with a demigod? How could she have been fortunate to finally find Gagagigo once again? She would have never imagined anything known as a Keyblade, and yet Kairi had granted one all the same. Whether it was Dorian, Erebos, Kozaky, Isamy, Protheus, or Megiddo, she had joined the Counter Corps to save the entire multiverse. And save it she would.
Whoever she would become, it would still be her. There wouldn’t be anyone else. She and her fellow Eria would live. Neither of them would be a memory. They wouldn’t pieces of a larger whole. In the end, they would always be themselves. Just… a little bit different.
Why had Arthur thought about swimming for her? It was so recklessly stupid, to throw himself on the line for her when he had no way of knowing what he could possibly do to help her. And yet… that was what was so great about him. No one should be able to change so much in so little time, but he had left the Divine, followed MirageGaogamon, destroyed the Madara, inherited a Keyblade as well, all to end this war.
And yet, in this moment, all he could care about was saving her. She only wished she could thank him while she still had the chance. Before she would be different.
"Arthur... I love you."
With nothing more she could say, the girl who had once been known as “Eria the Water Charmer” ceased to exist.
Posted by Phantom Roxas on 16 May 2018 - 04:21 PM
The Bane of Ravnica - D4
Not only did Byakuya Kuchiki save Hollow Isamy from the spell one of the demon boy’s summons had cast, had evolved his Bankai to the next level. Excellent. He was making quick work of Kenpachi Zaraki, impaling the berserker with blade after blade. Yes. Yes. If anyone should understand the futility of denying her, it would be Byakuya. He knew Kenpachi. Surely if even Byakuya could not persuade Kenpachi, then there was no sense in expecting Kenpachi to see reason.
However, he was still dangerous. She could not underestimate his strength, and more than just his pure, unbridled rage, Kenpachi had a target. He wasn’t just coming for her. To the others, Byakuya would just be another enemy. The only reason to fight Byakuya would be to get to Hollow Isamy. For Kenpachi Zaraki, defeating Byakuya was personal.
As soon as Kenpachi fell into the lake, Hollow did not need to think hard about what to do. With the wave of her hand, the once-scattered lake froze over once more, trapping Kenpachi within the ice. Yachiru had been crying and begging for Kenpachi to hold back from the fight, and with a brief projection of words, Yachiru could hear Hollow Isamy’s voice taunting her.
[G I V E U P]
Yachiru was powerless without Kenpachi. There was no reason to be concerned with the lieutenant without her captain to help. Even still, Hollow Isamy could not be certain that Kenpachi was truly dead, so she commanded the lake to grow colder, concentrating on where Kenpachi had fallen. For now, the most she could hope for was to trap him within the ice.
While Kratos continued to be paralyzed in his fear and grief, Killua and Gon were taking the initiative, leaping into action as soon as Kenpachi dropped like a rock. She could not underestimate their skills; Killua was a trained assassin, and Gon already knew how to work in tandem with Elsa’s magic. No doubt he was prepared to counter it as well. Raising one hand in their direction, Hollow Isamy commanded the air around them to grow cold. From where the two Hunters once stood, snow gathered behind them into a wave, rising above to consume them.
As she focused one of her hands on Killua and Gon, the first of her six lasers landed harmlessly beside Ravnica. Where it struck, a white flower bud formed from ice and snow, and slowly began to bloom.
Then it was Chandra’s turn. The Planeswalker sent a phoenix to strike headfirst, but Hollow Isamy breathed cold air onto it, and the phoenix was extinguished in an instant. What did present a challenge, however, was the magma elemental that Chandra summoned in front of the tower. With another hand, she fired a beam of ice directly into the stream of magma, and though the magma easily melted through the ice, it did not overwhelm quite so easily. Using another hand to reinforce her ice magic, the magma instead began to slowly slide along the ice, the magma having melted the ice so quickly that it turned to steam. And yet, that steam formed a layer between the ice and the magma, and the magma itself began to cool. Hollow Isamy pushed forward with her ice, desperate to cool the magma as much as the elemental was to melt through her ice, locking them both in a stalemate.
With two more of her hands free, two more white flower buds bloomed around Ravnica. The demon boy was still flying in the air, while one of his demons continued to burn Hollow Isamy away. She could only endure so much of the flames; she needed to take Ravnica as soon as possible to heal from this, but even that would be pointless so long as Amaterasu could keep this up.
Of course, despite Amaterasu’s skill with fire, that could not necessarily mean she was immune to ice magic. As she held her standstill with the Magmatic Force, she was confident she could could somehow manage to overwhelm fire with ice, logic be damned. With another hand, just as she had with Killua and Gon, she commanded snow to envelope Amaterasu.
While keeping most of her hand in a fist, she looked up again at the boy. He drew his power from his COMP, and there would be no point in destroying his demons so long as he could keep summoning them. With the flick of her thumb, a shard of ice flew straight at Bel’s COMP.
And a fourth white flower bloomed around Ravnica.
Reimu had survived Hollow Isamy’s attacks, though she was relying far too much on those barriers. Surely there had to be a limit to them? Still, if Reimu was playing support, then as frustrating as that was, it did not necessarily make her a priority.
Thanks to Bel’s distraction, two of her arms had grown too lax in trying to counter magma with ice, and the Magmatic Force was able to push further against her power. Redoubling her efforts, Hollow Isamy sent more ice towards the Magmatic Force until it could not match her with its magma. Eventually, the ice was striking the elemental itself, and as steam began to coat the elemental, the ice cooled the Magmatic Force into a statue of igneous rock.
With two of her hands focused on keeping the Magmatic Force cooled, a third on Amaterasu, and a fourth on both Killua and Gon, Hollow Isamy had two more free hands. Just enough to counter Hapshiel’s pair for gargantuan air kisses. She hoped to merely repel them by summoning more frost against it, but the air kisses continued in their path. She had to be more direct. Ice formed into spikes along her free hands, and she stabbed them directly into the heart-shaped kisses.
The hearts began to freeze from where Hollow Isamy stabbed them, but Hollow Isamy felt any aggression in her halt as soon as she made contact. The frozen hearts quickly shattered, only to explode into 64 smaller cartoonish hearts that began to swarm her. Her entire body began to convulse, reeling back as her distorted voice began to heave and moan in guttural ecstasy.
As the last two lasers landed by Ravnica and sprouted two more white flowers in the snow, Hollow Isamy brought the two hands she had stabbed the air kisses with onto her chest cavity, even as she continued flailing. Her other hands were still focused the Magmatic Force, Amaterasu, Killua, and Gon, the snow twisting and pulling in an attempt the latter three towards the Magmatic Force.
Jovial love and absolute rapture led to her sobbing uncontrollably, then laughing, and finally manic cackling. Oh how she had hoped that everyone around could have become one with her. Of course, Hapshiel would no doubt have had a different expression of that idea in mind, but would it have been wrong? Yet the Encroachment demanded that she destroy them all utterly. Consume them. Then, and only then, could the Void Inclusion allow them to truly become one. Soon she would be willing to abandon Elsa’s power, and consign the Queen of Arendelle to oblivion. But not before Hollow Isamy had her next meal.
The first white flower she had planted finished blooming, and a chain of ice, not unlike what Elsa had used against Hollow Isamy, sprung from the flower, wrapping itself around Ravnica. When all six flowers would finish blooming, and the chains ensnared Ravnica, only then could she take the entire plane, and all its inhabitants who had survived the Distortions. As a part of her, they would finally know a happy ending.
With her two hands resting in her hand, she regained some command over the snow, with four hands trying to mold the snow into ice to further entrap the three passengers about to slammed into Magmatic Force. One of the hands commanding the snow and ice grabbed at her chest cavity, and her arms were evenly divided between her three current targets and the… pleasure… that Hapshiel was inflicting on her.
Since Hollow Isamy had her hands and attention fully occupied, she paid little mind to the colossal sword that was about to hit.
"Take this!", the short-haired blunette declared. The Sword of Hisou cleaved straight down the middle of Hollow Isamy’s mask, and when the sword finished its path, Hollow Isamy’s mask exploded into a scarlet mist.
The scream that wailed throughout the Forgotten Forest was second only to Ragnarok’s Screech Alpha, shattering all manner of ice in the area, and throwing aside anyone who dared to be near her, including Byakuya. Hollow Isamy covered her face with two hands, but it was not enough to stop the scarlet mist from pouring through her hands like blood. Smoke blew through her chest. Whatever Hapshiel had hoped to do to her soul, the sheer pain and rage from the girl’s attack had compelled Hollow Isamy to reject it completely.
[T U R N B A C K]
A cold wave of nostalgia hit all of them. When everyone had first entered the Forgotten Forest, they began to feel some of their memories slipping away from them. Some had already forgotten the people they lost. Everyone had their own reasons to fight Hollow Isamy, but the one thing that they all agreed on was they blamed her for their suffering. They believed that this would all end with her. She would remind them what they truly had to fear.
With another scream, a wave of cold shook the entire forest, and a dome of ice began to form across every side of the frozen lake, while another dome within formed around her own position. Between the two layers of domes, rows upon rows of solid blocks began to emerge on the facing sides, and began to extend, the blocks growing closer towards each other. Anyone caught between the two domes was about to be completely crushed.
Two more white flowers launched their chains around Ravnica. It was halfway trapped, and soon she would feed. With the amount of souls she would be sure to devour, it would be more than enough. By taking their souls into her own, she would evolve into something greater than she already was.
Posted by Phantom Roxas on 14 May 2018 - 08:47 AM
Yeah I'm not really attacking anyone. I'm noting that they made a false claim, and I gave an factual solution to clarify, and the get all quiet. I don't really have a problem with them holding their position. Hell, I noted Giga has a point about why Discord might be preferable
Okay, I'm just going to clarify this. I got quiet because I saw no value in continuing a conversation with you. It's not that my claims were somehow false, nor that what you call "facts" intimidated me into silence. No one was impatient to wait for a rebuttal.
You outright claimed that you are "actually objectively right here." What point is there in trying to have a discussion with someone who declares themselves to be correct but then claims it's everyone else who is "so set in their views"?
Posted by Phantom Roxas on 24 April 2018 - 08:21 PM
Chaos Sonic has it spot on that this seems more like Prototype, although that's only to this film's detriment. As Shradow pointed out, the whole point of Venom is that he was supposed to have been bonded with Peter first. I do like the idea of the Life Foundation using sim-bi-oats for experiments, but there doesn't seem to be any Spider-Man here whatsoever.
I mean, to put this in perspective, the Punisher did start off as a Spider-Man villain, but he grew out of that. He became so much of a character in his own right that him starting off as a Spider-Man characters feels more like trivia, like how Mystique was originally a Ms. Marvel villain, or Sabertooth fighting Iron Fist.
But Venom is not like any of those characters. You cannot just take him outside of his original context. Even when Venom becomes more an anti-hero, it's still in part because of his Spider-Man origins.
So it's... a little sad that Prototype actually does seem to be a more accurate comparison for this movie.