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 Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 9:45 pm
Ruin and Creations Passage
The Ships Fifth floor a rather large room, larger than those before it, this floor has many platforms and a magical pathway connecting them all, underneath the platforms is a bright light its true nature is unknown. The door to the next floor is at the end of the path on the side of a giant pillar.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 10:19 pm
Stepping into the next room, the floor was covered with fenced platforms, and upon stepping on the platforms made a faint 'clanging' noise. It was now that Prinz could easily recognize who's energy surrounded the large room. "Jite...!" he shouted out while at the same time stamping his blade into the platform to make a loud echo. A grin appeared on his face as he examined the room, already figuring out various tactics that he could preform. Prinz shifted his glasses up the rim of his noise as the order member started to reveal himself.
"It's been a long time, Prinzaku Sitruk." the sinister voice revealed himself to be the gun wielding order member. The man's white hair glowing as he made his way into the light of the room. Jite's arms were crossed, and his pistols could be seen held on his belt. "Though it looks like you're aren't using pistols anymore? Nevertheless, you will die here." Jite took a step to the side to show the next door for Thrais and Zife. He didn't say anything to the other two. He had no need to.
With his free hand, he shift it on Thrais' hand. "I promise I will come back to you, Thrais." he took one last look upon the weaver's face before turning to Zife. "Zife, keep her safe. I'm leaving her in your care because I know you will be able to protect her at all costs. Be safe. Both of you."
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 3:01 pm
Zife didn’t make eye contact with Jite for doing so would only infuriate the Keywielder; he glanced past the gunslinger and spotted the door behind him.
The blond turned to Prinz once he started speaking to him. “Don’t worry I will protect her with my life, you just focus on the fight don’t do anything too reckless.” Zife knew just how important Thrais was to Prinz, for he harboured those same feelings towards Sophia he wouldn’t let his friend down.
The blond Keywielder knew that the next fight was his, the one battle that he has been waiting for all his life. He just hoped Syric wouldn’t try and Kill his brothers, he heard the story about Syric and Elle the Order member he also Knew that his brother Dark had personal saw to her death.
Zife shook his head, “Thrais lets go.” The blond made his way past Jite towards the door, a look of determination in his eyes.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:32 pm
Prinz and Zife weren't the only people who harbored a personal vandetta against this member in particular. She had faced off against him a few times in the past and still kept that desire to crame his face into the dirt a little.
But the more she was here, the higher she progressed through each level of this place; the closer she was becoming connected to them. There was a deeply seated pain inside Jite that drove him, whether or not he was aware of it himself or not. His desire to be complete was fresh and personal wound as any of their own.
She turned her eyes away from him, and focused them on Prinz as he said his goodbye to her. Taking in each word with solitary clarity. "I might just beat you to it.." she replied back in a whisper to him before he spoke to Zife.
The weaver just kept looking at him, memorizing everything about him, she had no doubts he'd win. Eventually she heard Zife call her, and Thrais moved to part from him.
But at the last moment she rushed back and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a final chast kiss against his lips. With that one touch her feelings threatened to pour into him, and normally she'd let it. But there was something she was keeping from him, and so the weaver held them back. He'd feel her resisting.
When she finally parted from him again she turned her back to him, long red ruby hair flowing between her four wings. She couldn't look back at him, or she'd not be able to go..so the weaver kept walking until her form slipped through the doorway following Zife up to the next level.
She wept a single tear that fell on the floor as she disappeared through the door.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 9:05 pm
The key wielder was enveloped by the weaver's warmth, and compassion. Her touch was soft, and her lips even softer. He, too, didn't want to leave, but they had to be separated for now. He didn't want Thrais to witness his berserker state, and the harm it did to his body. He let go of her hand, and Prinz watched as the two made his leave. He closed his eyes to memorize everything that had just happened. The kiss, the promise, and even the resistance. He would return to her, no matter what happened. Once the two were out of sight, he turned to Jite. "It's time." he raised his blade steadily into the air, and waited for his opponent to strike first.
The white haired man stood in his place, and simply returned a deadly glare at Prinz. He had waited for this moment to kill the boy. The only reason why he left him alive that time in Agrabah was so that he could fight him again. "I pray you've gotten better since that moment, Prinzaku."
Prinz took no reaction to Jite's comment, and instead he quickly struck his keyblade horizontally. The clanging of bullets echoed as they made impact on the blade. Jite had gotten much better, that was a fact. Prinz barely saw the bullets coming towards him, and Jite's speed was so incredible that he didn't even see the man react. '5 shots.' once the bullets were blocked, Prinz heaved his blade at the man. The blade spun wildly in the air as it traveled towards Jite.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 7:45 pm
Jite didn't try to dodge the keyblade spinning at him wildly, instead he shot it at with his two pistols. The rain of bullets were enough to make the key spin off course. "Futile..." when he directed his attention to where Prinz once stood, the chaser was gone, and was charging at the order member with intense speed. "You fool." he said coolly, and pointed his pistols at the key wielder. Just like before, a storm of bullets flew at Prinz.
Reaching behind his back pocket, Prinz pulled out what looked like a gold fan. He flicked the fan open, and the fan opened into a full circle. It was the shield he was carrying before, the shield had the ability to be folded away and reopened when needed to- just like a paper fan. The bullets bounced off the thick golden shield, and Prinz's right hand flashed. His keyblade reappeared in his hand, the throw from before was just a mere distraction. By now his speed had managed Prinz to get close enough to Jite for a frontal assault, and he thrusted his blade at Jite's gut.
The gunslinger wasn't expecting a shield from his opponent, and that was his mistake. When the slash came at him, he dropped his gun on the ground and grabbed his beam saber. The saber opened up and the, and Jite was able to deflect the thrust. "Nice try." he smirked and dropped his other pistol onto the ground, to replace it with his second beam saber. With duel sabers, he started to clash his blade upon Prinz.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 11:17 pm
Prinz started to parry back the numerous blows with his key and his golden shield, but this was hardly enough to get him away unscratched. Once he found an opening the chaser jumped away from the sabers. His arm was burned badly and his shoulder was dripped blood. Prinz didn't say anything, he didn't need to. All he did was bend down in a suitable battle stance, so that he could wait for the next attack. Soon enough, both the sabers were thrown at the key wielder. 'A distraction.' he deduced and threw his golden shield at one of the sabers, and deflecting the other with his keyblade. Then, without notice, four bullets flew at Prinz. Before they even touched chaser, all four bullets exploded midway. It was like before, Jite was shooting his own bullets so that they would explode in Prinz's face. But, the chaser was expecting this. As the smoke cleared from the explosions, the key wielder was gone.
Jite crossed his arms, and his eyes began to dart from left to right. His eagle-like vision did not stop for even a second as he tried to locate the hidden chaser. The sound of bullets disrupted the silence, but the bullets were not shot from the order member. 'Pistols.' Jite rolled to the side to dodge the bullets, but like his own move, the bullets exploded once they started to pass Jite. Unlike Prinz, the order member got caught in the fire, and the smoke. Jite rolled away from the smoke, only to be meant with the barrel of a pistol against his head.
Prinz did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and as the sound of the bullet rang throughout the room, Jite was no where to be seen. "Damn...I forgot about your teleportation-like speed." Prinz glared and quickly used his key to block a powerful blow from another beam saber.
"You never once abandoned your one true weapon. The pistol." Jite smirked at him. He was carrying several burns on his face now, and his long red coat off now.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 10:30 pm
"I will never abandon my pistols, you should have known that." Prinz smiled slightly and used his keyblade to parry away the beam saber. Sliding his pistol into its holster, Prinz stabbed the tip of his blade onto the floor. As if unlocking an imaginary lock, his keyblade started to eluminate a bright golden color. This was it, the keyblade's light based form. "Light dragons!" Prinz thrust his keyblade forward, and in an instant nine great dragons shot from the tip of his keyblade. Each dragon had its own outlook as well as their own battle cry. This move was Zife's personal attack that Prinz had managed to copy, but the chaser would add a slight change to the attack. As Jite moved to parry off all the dragons Prinz smirked. "Combine!" The dragons started to swirl together, and in almost seconds, the nine dragons had combine into one whole dragon. "Attack!"
Jite had recognized the attack, and he knew just how to counter it. To his dismay, he had not expected the nine dragons to combine into one. His eyes widened, there was no escape, not from a dragon of that size. All he could do now was try his best to guard it. As the great dragon hit him, the order member shouted out in pain. He would have never thought that the key wielder had gotten this powerful since their last meet. Once the light cleared, and the dragon was gone, Jite fell to one knee. His saber was stabbed into the ground. "Magnificent, Prinzaku..." he smirked. "But now...Face my Crimson dragon!"
"What?!" Prinz tried to dash away, but was meant with a harsh reality. The beam saber stabbed into the ground had somehow managed to go under the room and wrap around Prinz's foot. He winced at his burning ankle, and as he watched the saber, a terrifying view could be seen. The saber was taking the shape of a vicious crimson dragon. Before anything could be done the dragon crawled up Prinz's body and sent a sickening tornado of slashed up his entire body. The blood from his body mixed with the dragon's crimson skin, and it was gone. Prinz's body was covered in wounds as he fell to the ground motionless.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 8:52 pm
Jite approached the fallen chaser, and held a steady stare at Prinz's body. "So...That was all you had?" the gunslinger loaded his pistols, and pointed it at Prinz's head. "This is good by-"
"I...Don't think...So" Prinz staggered up, and turned over to face Jite. The chaser was dripping blood from head to toe, but one distinctive feature on him was a brilliant red scar forming on his cheek. "I was hoping not to use this on you." the key wielder turned his keyblade, and it turned a deadly black color. A burst of dark energy shot from his body, and this was able to blow Jite away from him. Once the dark energy cleared up, Prinz stood with deadly red eyes, and a glowing black keyblade. "Berserker mode." he growled deeply, and disappeared from sight. He had trained himself in the ways of the berserker, but his limit was only about 5 minutes before he lost control of the form. So he had five minutes of complete control. Prinz appeared in front of Jite, and instantly started to bash away at the order member. His keyblade was too fast even for Jite's eyes, and all the order member could do was try to endure the hits.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 11:32 am
The rapid strikes soon felt impacts that were not of Jite's body, and with a closer look, Prinz could see that Jite was already catching up with the speed of his strikes. Glaring at him with his blood red eyes, he spun his keyblade ferociously while spinning it by holding the keychain of the hilt. "Devour!" he hissed, and started to slash at Jite's body. "Dragon twister." Prinz then spun the kebyblade above his head, and sent a tornado of slashes at the order member. Jite's body flew into the air, and Prinz continued. He would not give this chance away. The wild key wielder jumped up after the body while his keyblade began to give off a sinister black aura, "Impact!" the keyblade fell upon Jite's body, and upon impact the black aura exploded- sending the order member crashing to the ground. "Finale: Black dragons!" while still in the air, Prinz turned his wrist as if opening a door, and nine black dragons slammed down upon Jite's body. Prinz landed back down next to where Jite had fallen, and as the smoke cleared, the body was gone. Had he totally destroyed the body? No.
A bloodied Jite appeared behind Prinz, and several gunshots were pumped into Prinz's back, as well as a frenzy of saber slashes. Jite had quite an exhausted look on his face, but the man was not dead.
The gunshots made Prinz fall to one knee, and cough up blood. The only reason he was still alive was because of the endurance caused by the berserker mode. Angered, he turned around quickly and began to parry off the saber slashes that were thrown at him. The five minutes were up by now, but if Prinz deactivated his berserker mode while Jite was throwing slashes at him, then he was as good as dead.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 11:44 am
After the five minutes were up, an immense pain shot throughout Prinz's body, but the pain mainly circled around his right arm. He wanted to scream out in pain, but he had to bare it for a little longer. The heavy strikes that he was blocking from Jite didn't make it any easier to endure the pain though. "Guh!" he winced, and managed to roll away to a safer distance. Once he had gotten away, Prinz immediately deactivated his berserker form, but to his surprise, the pain was still shooting up on his arm. He clutched in, and unable to lift a finger, his keyblade disappeared for the time being. The pain disappeared with the keyblade. "W-What?" he mumbled, but quickly rolled out of the way of a rain of bullets.
Prinz was in so much pain now, his back felt like it was splitting open, and his wounds were still heavy. He gritted his teeth, and summoned his keyblade again...But the pain followed back. And this time, even greater. "Gahh!" he shouted, and summoned his key away. By the looks of it, Prinz wouldn't be able to use his keyblade for the rest of the fight.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:01 pm
"Give up, Prinzaku." Jite hissed as he reloaded his pistols and advanced towards the fallen warrior. The order member was actually staggering from the amount of wounds he had received. He found Prinz resting on the side of the giant pillar near the exit. Jite threw one of his pistols to the side, "Get up...We'll finish this now." he turned his back to the chaser, and started to pace up the room. This would be settled with a good old stand off.
The message was clear, and Prinz was barely able to lift himself off the ground. He held his pistol close to him as he to paced opposite of Jite. After 10 steps, he whirled around and fired one bullet at the order member. The bullets collided, and an explosion was centered between them. The smoke was thick, and it was perfect for Prinz to continue his final attack.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:13 pm
Jite gritted his teeth, and held his gun steady in the air. His vision was clouded with the smoke, so he closed them to keen his other senses. 'Where are you hiding...?' Without notice, a flash shot at him. He recognized the object easily- it was the golden shield from before. A decoy nonetheless. He wouldn't waste his bullets on the shield. All he did was tilt his torso to the side to dodge the shield. He then pointed his pistol at the direction of where the shield was thrown. "A foolish move, as well as your last." Before he could fire, his pistol was suddenly hit out of his hand by the...Shield? The golden shield wrapped around his whole body until his upper body was fully immobilized. He tried to break free, but his wounds had made him weaker. His upper body was wrapped in what looked like a thick rope, and at one end held the golden shield in which the rope was attached and on the other end held Prinz. The chaser had attached the string around the shield, and threw it at Jite to entrap him. Prinz knew Jite would dodge the shield rather than fire at it, and he also knew that with all the smoke he wouldn't be able to see the rope. The order member had realized that every move Prinz had made was all leading up to this moment. "That was a fine match." his bloodied face looked up to face Prinz, and the pistol held steady at his heart.
"Yes it was." he responded, and pulled the trigger of his pistol. The bullet shot straight through Jite's chest. Prinz closed his eyes at his victory, and fell to his knees. He was so exhausted that he had no other choice but to rest. While his mind told him to get a move on, his body wouldn't respond.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 11:38 pm
Prinz's eyes fluttered open at the sudden burst of energy that seemed to appear from the floor below his. He remembered Syric was there. The key wielder staggered up, and started to drink the one potion he was carrying. The liquid didn't do much considering his wounds were too heavy, but it was enough for him to continue to the next floor. As he inched closer to the entrance to the next floor, he looked at his arm. He would need his keyblade for protection, and if it was really needed then the chaser would just have to endure the pain. He cupped his hand into a fist, and continued onwards.
Once he took a step on the stairway, he immediately fell to his knees again. This time his heart was burning in pain. He clutched his chest in pain. What was this feeling? It was as if someone was calling out to him in pain. By now his breathing was turning erratic as well. He had felt this pain once before, and it was when that mysterious made had confronted Thrais in Traverse Town. She was in danger. 'She needs my help!' he tried to get up, but his legs wouldn't cooperate. All he could do was crawl his way up to the next floor. 'I'm c-coming, Thrais!' he coughed, and weakly crawled the way to the next floor.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 6:58 am
A powerful hand lifted Prinz from the floor.
His armor squeaked as Syric pulled the keyweilder to his feet. He kept a steadying hand on Prinz while he whispered a healing spell, transferring beneficial light energy into him.
While this transfer took place, Syric attempted to peer around his huge shield to see what awaited the two in the next floor.
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