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Post by Yima on November 29th 2008, 1:54 pm

Twittering antennae bounced their surreal voice upon the cobble stone path with feet marching in anthem asking to be let lose on the crock pot of life before them, the walls held no bounds for them, on the command they could delve the blast furnace black cracks between the bricks of the towns outer walls, and as a field of overshadowed flowers their backs swayed waiting with the will that be brushing their backs to say be. Claws sharper than razors traced lines down bars intertwined yearning for their goal behind this barrier holding their dear ones tight as they clenched their ears pealing away at the chime of indulgent hands while cloaked in the low fog gracing coming night living statues of violet vibrant as dust spread their hallowed wings waiting too waiting in kind to pelt the town below ablaze on the orbs of fire their tongues could lace. The shrillest of shivering cries reached those tucked away together on the basement floors of their leaders home while the grave touched infantry walked between and about them keeping their eyes open for any sign of shade or danger in the torch light simmering itself away on the wall side. Those with ears the residences over knew that the gates had risen, in a chair at the zenith of the Pumpkin King's home a charcoal tinted tail of sheen fluff flickered in concern as it's owner held his paws to his homes steeple watching the coming torrent, and gates rising whispering to himself, "go for their wizard first like we planned", nigh silent with his vest of spring forest green moving to the wind's breath.

Clicking away antennae met the reverberations of a single pair of foot steps coming to be with a gate left them for the stone arch above and the strain of electricity on air. Each line braced broke away from one another cajoling at their target's feet hoping to claw their way up his pants tearing each part of him away, some through corridors black as midnight, and the other half turning in an enclosing spiral on the boy holding onto his heart so tightly. Beady eyes of yellow light pulled themselves from the ether under the cobblestone cracks risen taller than their younger likenesses, with seeming horns ending in crocked wire the scurried just a dozen feet from the boy before springing on him blazing their fingers speeding through the faint friction of the lower atmosphere seeking a handful of the boy drab in white, one set of horns to each pole coming down where his shoulders rested prepared to land amongst their kin to fire their nails into fleshy sides.

In moments the sky's began sending volley after volley of ghastly blue light onto the town leaving scorch marks where they fell, fortunately enough the town had fallen back so the lives of the citizens were not at stake just yet but seeing the blanket torpedo upon his own house Yima slid down around his open window beneath the steeple inside knowing the fire couldn't burn away his metal shingles even as the sounds of their bouncing crept into his canine ears with lifting passings. His windows were another matter, walking with his swaying belts he approached his bookshelf and scanning the surface over he pulled an ornate engraving out much as a block sending a sheet of metal over the vulnerable surfaces spilling the room with black. [Vital Light: 10 MP used; 90 MP remaining] Bringing a bead of light to the house he paced himself to the entry way keeping an eye out for any unwanted guests.

Forty odd meters distance from the front lines a bent face under a wide brimmed hood chuckled in a unheard voice to itself fading into the void on its master's command waiting for its moment at the defenses' first wave called back into being in eye shot of the trouncing swarm ever so silently floating nearer enchanted rod of thunder in toe. Farther back the orders streamed out of the figure bleached in white.

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Post by Yima on January 13th 2009, 8:08 am

Crackling floor boards splintered where a reflective full blade fell refracting Yima's aura about the entrance to his home bleaching his twisted iron stair case foot steps behind him in faint light fit to guide a child to their door as its owner grasped the blade's elongated hilt in a single hand leaning it's left shoulder blade nearer the floor reaching. The visitor wore a flesh of opaque black outlined in purple where light managed to graze it at the far right of the darkened five by five foot entry chamber, the being's eyes fell to the surface retracting itself around it's razor edge implement giving the item rise tearing away the carpet covering the makeshift hiding place below where townsfolk bustling with beating hearts swayed on the slightest reverberation. Spheres bright as stoked coals blazed with surprise to the prospects below it's feet drifting above the rip torn rug, horns swaying as it's miniaturized wings spread their violet feathers gently brushing the dust from the ceiling's stone cracks away as it brought the contempt face it wore to bear on the keeper of the house who approached steadily with two blades glinting the caster's light on crystal teeth, and metallic woven vines clutched so tightly at each side spreading in arm span. Taking the blade from the floor in hand on grizzly speed the infiltrator spun the blade casting brightness in a rainbow hue over the lisp of its from as darkness rotated as lines of twine wreath balls of dark light riveting toward the vessel before it. Tightening the muscles caste into it's form vibrant in sew as steel to iron amongst those it called brethren writhing in surprise brought rolling away from their treasure attempting to collect themselves as the teen shifted to the proverbial world of gray where human eyes could fall short sighted of his presence.

The crawlers trudged the grounds in stagnant drawn out movements recovering full locomotion as they attempted to surround the cloaked youth stanching themselves tightly together, shoulder to shoulder as he passed by, and their reflexes returned with their attention to scenery drenching the lift in glances ordered by a silhouette risen above their heads four arm spans from the platform as it rose steadily up the thick stone wall fed by a flame wiping away on the world's trade-winds and brought the runic rod of concentrated earth pointing on the platform's edge. A bead of azure broke through the overcast light the sky beamed down over their struggling heads with the wizard gravitating nearer the platform gathering energy in a frozen pose before letting loose the spell on the flaming carriage nailing the transport 5/8 the way up the wall connecting where the fire was once lit and extending to the surface behind. With a grin spread wide over the robe enclosed caster it began to gather electricity from the staff it help giving voice to a crackling that should have remained within the clouds high above as bolts danced between the layers of the mage's garment as it grew closer intent on doing the boy before it the most harm it could in the shortest amount of time. If the lad jumped for it the wizard would unleash it's thunder spell lacing itself with a barrier against normal attacks while pelting its prey with thick bolts of energy granted by the artifact it held and if the teen attempted escape over the side the gargoyles would be asked to pelt him till he stopped moving keeping a distance from him.

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Post by Yima on January 14th 2009, 12:31 am

As the vanguard of Halloween Town's walls flung himself forward seemingly headless to the front priming itself before him as the sea of beady eyes buzzed below seething for a chance at what was so close. Hovering nearest the staff bearer fluttering wings gasping air through their obtuse holes spread as the creature's chest fell flat gliding toward the body braced to the seemingly living cloud as thy brought their hallow energies to a ghastly brine where their jaws parted as the eerie glow bleed like shrapnel on the crest of the heartlesss' lips streaming at the approaching danger. When the warrior's blade made contact with the dark being's flesh the lateral speed each were moving at caught up with the both of their attacks as one gargoyle faded into the dark mist from whence it appeared while another attempted to hold onto the person wielding the weapon appearing as it might a gruesome hug with its long fingers bladed to a tip with nails lashing for the cloud rider's back as the other two went for his sides intent on braising his sides with their outstretched hands hoping to knock the lad off his thundercloud to the swarm of hungry gaping mouths below hungering for just a bite. Should the gargoyles spread arms latch onto the cloud rider then their bodies would feel the repercussions of the recipient's sword in full and perhaps worse trying to press the blade onto its wielder with their own frames in an attempt to restrain him. Under the shade cast by their off shot launch the short scavenger of should tilted its deep violet hat allowing the brim to cast a twili-shadow pas it's nearly blank face as the magics it had spent its time gathering reached their peak, when the charges before it had tackled and restrained the vessel of a heart electricity would fall on his head searing away the fellow scavengers grappling the teenager as well as those below... with the command sent a distance past human eyes ability to see away the heartless followed only breaking away where its instinct took charge... both though bent on gaining another heart and another "friend".

Within the stacked stone walls of the pumpkin king’s mansion would have told the walls surrounding the once barring gates a similar story to their own as the host sped straight to the dark monolith of physical build floating aloft while spheres of the darkest kiss grazed his shoulder straps of steel covering two sections of his mummy wrapped arms baking in the radiance of those dark lights as the king of all hallows eve pressed his feet down sliding on his rear to the base of the invisible’s limp feet a few inches below his eyes in height. As he slide his key blades remained drawn ready to strike the intruder as he came into range and as Yima brought his dark hair to a rest the hunter of hearts struck into the floor board near one of his legs with its full-blade in hand having given the older teen time to shift away from the would be wound while he watched his opponent vanish leaving behind his sword…

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Post by Yima on February 7th 2009, 12:41 pm

Arms spread wide the winged grappler drifted backward from the torn youth's rebuke gathering a eerie shadowy light between its jaws ready to fire down upon the teen as its fellows clothed in violet skins twirled around the lad as he descended gathering the same condensed darkness between their sharp lips aiming for a chance to scorch him and plunge their claws to the depths of his still beating chest. The thought of lifting the young adult's heart from his chest hearing his body slap onto the cobblestone roads blow pressed onto the wizard's concision deciding now was the time to bring the combat to it's close as it breached the realm of darkness to one of its many corridors vanishing from were it once floated aloft in the wind as it picked up and the neo-shadows began jumping as high as their legs might allow to reach their enemy with claws unabated. As if drawn to Kotar the way moons follow an axis the gargoyles maintained a three meter's distance before their fire's were ready to be brought alight breathing in closer to the warrior caking over in his body's burgundy ocean, following the hurricane till it hit ground where they would attempt to hold the lad down while their brethren slit every vein, decapitated each organ, and they burned him so his wounds might never recover for their siblings' ease. A far distance away the bleached white enigma stood atop the blasted earth lifting it's arm high and creasing its cuff as to show a hand held to a ninety degree angle drop to zero signaling its soldiers on. The heartless in arms spread away from the falling body save those just below arm to arm breaking their bodies into mist before piecing the cracks in the town's defensive walls to appear moment's later on the other side sliding past a corridor of darkness near the cloaked spell caster clutching its staff static with energy exiting on the ground level behind the half a dozen neo-shadows darkened forms lean and waiting or rising to meet their visitor from the ground's beaten path.

Had the shutters been open the King of all Hallows Eve might have seen the shadows melting through the town's foremost defensive layer to connect their antennae to the streets searching for any hiding townsfolk shuttling from their homes under the military's guard, they were raiding protective arms, and only the sounds outside his home could reach him. Those sound slipped through the metal shutters, the commotion, and even as the voices muffled themselves to melt to Yima's conscious mind a dark presence tried to wrap itself around his body as a cloud thick as a deep ocean wave spun about Yima's person. Within the moment the condensed mist began it was shuttled away over two arm's length leaving a surprised receiver gripping for its blade. Pressing his chest forward as the older teen ran at his intruder keyblades to his outstretched arms he steeped on the layered weapon his enemy slanted to draw out of the floor boards bringing his Second Hand digging a trench deep gouge into the invisible's muscled stomach before following the attack raising the guard of his caretaker to met his opponent's jaw, jumping to from the creature's chest from it's blade as it reeled back severing Yima's strap bag from his body by its single strap of grayed leather, and losing his footing the young ruler bent his legs to touch ground as his bag's inanimate vocalization snapped into his eardrum.

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