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 Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 8:04 pm
 A world which looks like a crystalline city encased in a glass dome. It served as Falk Brant's headquarters, from which he planned to gain enough power to take over the universe. He's dead now, though, so the world is empty. The world no longer repels ships, and there is a hole in the dome large enough for two gummi ships to enter side-by-side. With no flora or fauna, this world seems unnaturally quiet and dim.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 8:11 pm
The flame beingcrossed a barren, crystal field, still dragging Sric by the neck. Every now and then a geyser would spew molten crystalin the air, then back into the geyser.
The golem dropped the large man roughly, and a blood-red cloaked figure appeared.
"Here he is, sir," the golem said, stepping back and bowing to it's master.
"Perfect." The figure said in a light, firm tenor voice. "The great Syric Irash, SIlent Ice of the Lifeless, Numero Uno of the Assassin Guild. Bested by a bit of fire." The figure chucked triumphantly, then waved the golem away. "That will be all." He said as the being disappeared.
The figure ground the toe of his boot into Syric's side.
Syric sputtered and came to life, on his feet in a second and swinging at the figure.
"Falk!" Syric had boomed, swinging his massive fist at the cloaked figure. The motion made him woosy, though, and Syric fell on his face.
"Glad to see you, too, comrade." the cloaked fiure said, nudging the larger man with his boot again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 7:46 pm
Syric's eyes widened in anger.
He knew that voice.
"Falk!" He yelled as loud as he could; it felt like his strength had been sapped.
Syric raised himself up onto his hands and knees, then slowly up onto his knees. His vision was fuzzy, and he leaned this way and that trying to keep his balance.
"Get rid of that cloak" He slurred, "No use in hiding what a devil you are."The figure moved slightly, and then the drab brown cloak flew off in a flamboyant flutter.
Underneath was a slim, handsome 18 year old with raven black hair and intense blood red eyes.
"Miss me, Mr. Irash?" Falk grinned, resting his hands casually on his belt, which held a long gold-handled rapier.
"Ha, you're still the handsome devil you were in the Guild."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 4:52 pm
Syric glared at Falk as the thin rogue circled his prone form.
How Syric loathed Falk. They were complete opposites.
Where Syric has compassion, Falk has only malice and greed.
"So, why did you wait so long to catch me?" Syric muttered at Falk, his vision still blurring.
Falk rubbed his hands together and grinned deviously at Syric.
"What, old friends can't have reunions?" He chuckled, turning his back on the weakened warrior.
"No, I've been having some trouble with that key I 'borrowed' from the Guild." Falk stretched to the stars, letting out a slight yawn. "It doesn't fit any locks, it's completely useless. Or, has been."
Falk turned back to Syric with a wicked grin. With the way Falk looked, he expected to see two pointed fangs in the rogue's grin.
"Just recently the key has started to react to my wishes." His grin widened, "But I need help on how to use it. How to call an actual keyblade forth."
Falk extended his gloved hand to Syric.
"Will you help me, brother?" Falk asked, using the old term for an assassin one was partnered with.
Syric glared harder, his blue eyes beaming utter disdain at Falk.
"You don't pick a keyblade, it picks you." Syric rumbled. "Besides, isn't that enchanted sword you 'borrowed' from the guild better than anything else?"
Syric didn't even acknowledge the title 'brother'.
Falk sighed, in reverance, and fingered the hilt of his enchanted rapier fondly.
"Yes, I suppose you're right." He said offhandedly. "But, since you won't help me, I won't let you go."
He casually strolled away from Syric , his hands behind his back.
"I'll be back. For now, enjoy your stay in this crystalline prison."
Then, he just disappeared in a ball of flame.
After Falk had gone, Syric felt his strength slowly return to him.
He was weaponless, save for his magic.
He shot an icicle into a near-by crystal formation.
Not even a scratch.
Syric sighed, "Looks like I'm stuck here."
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 8:07 pm
Syric sighed, sitting at a crystaline 'bar'.
He didn't know how long he had been stuck there, but it felt like a lifetime.
He had half a mind to try--
Something shifted behind the large man which caught his attention.
He just started to move as something snared his ankles, then his wrists, and then his neck. The powerful man struggled, but to no avail. He was sucked back into one of the crystal spires dotting the barren landscape.
Syric hung there, his hands and feet cemented in the cloudy crystal tower. The structure was angled so that Syric was hanging over the ground slightly.
The large man struggled for a bit, his powerful muscles straining against his solid bindings.
Then Falk appeared.
"Still adamant in not helping me, Syric?" The thin, vampyric-looking assassin questioned, his slender arms crossed over his chest.
Figuring the answer by Syric's frigid stare, Falk sighed.
He snapped his fingers and electricity coursed over the tall blonde's frame. There was a loud crackling, and the area lit up like a thunderstorm.
Falk smirked, turning and walking away.
"Torture's great, huh, Syric?"
Falk left the scene relishing Syric's pained grunts.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 6:47 pm
In the crystalline tower...
Falk snapped his fingers and smirked at the distant crack.
Torture was great. So satisfying.
The rogue turned back around to face his 'subjects.' Hundreds of pirates, and the entirety of the Six Shooter Gang.
A force of nearly 1000 men, all stuck in the ground chamber of the tower.
"Our little 'friend' outside will most likely attract some unwelcome guests." Falk began, his voice amplified by a microphone. "They will most definitely come and try to rescue him."
Undoubtedly pointed in this direction by that Gallows boy..
"Remember what information Syric holds. If we obtain that information, then we will be unstoppable. The worlds will cower at our boots! With this!" Falk paused, holding up a key, "We will rule everything!"
A thunderous cheer rose from the audience.
Falk snapped his fingers for hush, enjoying the distant crackle.
"We must not allow Syric to slip from our grasp." Falk smirked and looked around the room, "Dismissed."
Falk stepped away from the microphone and watched as his generals, the Six-Shooter Six and a few pirate captains, round up his forces and send them off to their duties.
He slipped out a side door, thinking to pay Syric a visit.
"How are you doing, friend?" He asked, his words dripping with venom.
Syric spat in his face in response.
The thin, dark haired rogue paused for a moment, wiped his face, and snapped his fingers.
Syric cried out in pain this time, the cry cut half way through by gritted teeth.
"That's it, let the darkness take you." Falk whispered, grinning evilly as he left Syric again.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 6:54 pm
Manton landed on the outskirts of the world, facing a stretch of open, crystal terrain. And then, a raised ring of ground, almost like the outside of a crater. Geysers shot crystals into the air on a seemingly regular basis.
The teen stared in awe of the world. If he were here on any other circumstance, he'd enjoy the view.
He backed up a few steps, watching the way light reflected off of the ground's facets, before running into a wall.
To the young man's surprise, he turned around to see open space.
"Wow..."
Words escaped Manton, this place being much different than Gunsmoke, his home for sixteen years.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 7:02 pm
Tau stepped out of the portal and looked at the terrain of the world. "Magnifacent, isn't it." He smiled taking in the sight of the world. He looked behind him to see the glass wall sperating them from life and open space. "Well, if push comes to shove, we have to find a way to shattere this dome to stop what ever is happening here." He said.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 7:18 pm
"But, wouldn't that mean that we'd, y'know, die?" Manton asked in a distracted tone.
He couldn't look away from how the light reflected and refracted off of the ground in a rainbow of colors.
He thought he'd heard thunder in the distance.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 7:37 pm
"I have learned some tricks off surving that vacum. If you hold a lung full of air, you can survie for exactly 30 sedonds before the vacum and the coldness of space kills you, so you have some time to either geta space suit on or prepare for you deity to save you." Tau gave a chuckle at his somewhat morbid responce.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 7:49 pm
Manton couldn't help but grin at Tau's statement.
"That's a comforting thought." He said offhandedly, glancing this way and that before looking at Tau.
"Wasn't there going to be more of us?" The teen asked, still a bit nervous.
He just knew that Falk would have himself enough lackies to build a pyramid.
From what his mother, Tivona, had told him, Falk would enjoy that.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 7:56 pm
"Lets just say Zife has a habit of making an entrance." Tau turned back to Manton and gave a smile. "I have seen worlds liek this before, but not like a snow globe. They are more or less everyday items, like toasters or NeoDrives." He said, forgeting that this kid might not know what the hell he is talking about.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:28 am
Zife walked out of the portal dark energy radiated from his body, Forbidden at his side attached to it was the Mini Key Oblivion.
“Now where’s this assassin who holds the remaining key, and Scyre.” The blond scanned the area a desolate place and a cold one. “Repulsive.” He whispered to himself.
“There’s a two Keys over there.” He said pointing at a tall tower. “Now let’s pay the killer a visit.” The Keywielder smirked. Forbidden resting on his shoulder, he kicked himself off the ground running towards the tower.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 2:56 pm
Manton started to stop Zife, but the man was already running.
"Is he always like this? Insane, I mean." He asked Tau.
From atop his tower, Falk noted the appearance of three men.
Fighters. Rescuers, or so they hoped to be.
"Not today.." The rogue whispered, glacing at the one rushing forward. "You don't realize what's waiting just under your nose, poised to cut it off!"
He watched with a devilish grin as the man rushed forward, up the incline to the tower, not realizing or not caring about the more than formidable army of cowboys and swashbucklers.
"You might want to rethink your plan!" Falk called out to him, not caring if he heard.
He'd realize his folly as he came to the outside lip of the crater, as bullets streaked by his face.
Syric was safe behind the tower, and fortifications had been set.
If they thought this would be easy, they were wrong.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 3:56 pm
Zife looked up; staring directly at Falk and gave a smirk. “I will take that key, even if it means severing your arm.” The blond spoke, he came to the lip of the crater and stopped.
“That it.” He whispered as the enemy began to shoot at him, each bullet melted to nothing once it was within 1 feet of the Keywielder.
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