Wondering if I should actually have Zac stay near the ship or maybe bring it around to the front of the island? On one hand, he wouldn't have any issues keeping the Heartless at bay until people can get there, but on the other hand, bringing the ship to everyone seems like the smarter play
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Just finished the last three episodes of Arcane. It was a good finale, but I think I'll need to sleep on it to really figure out how I feel about it
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The cliffhanger in that last episode of Arcane was dirty. How can the writers sleep at night, making me wait another week?
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Talos looked from Metamorph to the soldiers, then down at Stormcaller. He wanted to stick around to back up his comrade, it wasn't in him to turn tail and run. But, he was still feeling woozy from the aftereffects of the sound gun and Stormcaller was unconscious. Even if he could fight without the risk of tripping over himself, he wouldn't be able to give it his all if he had to focus on protecting her. "Fine," he relented as he lifted Stormcaller into his arms while his extra arms reverted back into wings. "Just don't get yourself killed, alright? That is not a conversation I wanna have with Kassy."
With that, he took off into the air, flying as fast as he could. He heard bullets whizz past him, but he paid them no mind as he flew to the dock, where Zatara was already working on getting the boat running. He landed on the dock next to the boat and crouched down to pass Stormcaller off to Zatara, saying, "Take care of her. I'll be right--"
His blood ran cold when he heard Rain calling for Nymph over the comms, to no response. He swore under his breath and took off without a word the moment Zatara had Stormcaller in the boat, the wind from his wings buffeting his friends in the boat. "Keep them off my back and I'll see if I can't spot her from up here!" he said, despite wondering if he'd even be able to see her from the air, regardless of whether or not she was in her petal form.
Zac was laying on the wing of his ship, arms crossed behind his head as he watched the sky darken. The feeling of dread remained ever-present, similar to how it was the night he lost everything. As the thunder rumbled and the wind picked up, he suddenly found himself thinking back to the not-quite-dream he had just hours before Darkness descended three years ago.
He had awoken to find himself in the midst of a void, an aquamarine light from above being the only visible source of light, as if he were deep underwater. Despite the strange surroundings, he couldn't bring himself to be scared, more curious than anything. As he took a step forward, light suddenly washed over him from beneath, spreading out into a large circle before it faded to reveal a beautiful mosaic of stained glass. The scene beneath him was one that was all-too-familiar: deep blues, blacks, and points of yellow and white came together to form the skyline of the city he was born and raised in, one he loved with all his heart. The ground rumbled as three pedestals rose from the ground, each bearing a different weapon: a sword, a shield, and a scepter. As he approached each one, a disembodied voice echoed in his head:
[The Power of the Warrior. Invincible Courage. A Sword of Terrible Destruction.]
[The Power of the Mystic. Inner Strength. A Staff of Wonder and Ruin.]
[The Power of the Guardian. Kindness to Aid Friends. A Shield to Repel All.]
Zac stared at the three weapons for what felt like a long time. Somehow, his heart knew that he not only had to choose one, but which one he was going to choose. He reached out and took hold of the sword. The pedestal it sat on disappeared as the voice echoed again:
[You have chosen the power of the Warrior. Now, you must choose that which must be lost.]
He glanced between the shield and the scepter, then down at the sword in his hand. 'Wonder and ruin' sounded cool, but he thought back to something his father had told him, that he was strong so he could protect others. With those words in mind, he decided to give up the scepter. As it vanished, the voice spoke again:
[You have chosen the power of the Warrior. You have given up the power of the Mystic. The shape of your Heart is set.]
As the pedestals sank back into the mosaic, he turned and found himself face-to-face with three shadowy creatures as they rose from the ground. He took hold of his sword and stepped toward them. However, as his foot came down, he suddenly fell forward as he stepped into shadow. The world went dark and he lost consciousness for what felt like only a moment. When he reopened his eyes, he found himself standing on the rooftop of his father's garage, the same place he would go to whenever he needed to think. The city stretched out before him on all sides, lights shining brightly to keep the dark of the night at bay while the sky stretched out in an endless sea of stars.
He turned and suddenly found that he wasn't alone. Leaning against the door to the stairwell down was his father, a tall, well-built man with salt-and-pepper hair and a matching beard, the same easy smile as Zac's on his face. To the north, standing against the railing, was his mother, a young woman with auburn hair and glittering blue eyes. And to the south, a girl his age. She had short, wild-looking red hair, forest-green eyes. She wore a white t-shirt underneath an open light blue-and-white checkered open button-up and distressed jeans. The strange part, however, was that Zac didn't recognize her, yet he felt a powerful connection to her. Deciding to leave that mystery for later, he turned to his father and approached. Before he could say anything, his father spoke up, saying in his deep, rumbling voice, "What do you want out of life, son?"
The question confused Zac, yet the answer was leaving his mouth before he could even really think about it. "I wanna see new sights. To experience everything I can." His father smiled, as if satisfied by this answer, then closed his eyes. Sensing he wouldn't get anything else out of his father, Zac moved to his mother. Like before, she spoke up before Zac and asked, "What do you hold most important?"
Like before, Zac didn't hesitate in answering, "My friends and family. Mom, what's going on?" His mother didn't reply, however, wearing the same satisfied smile his father had. He waited a moment longer before he moved onto the girl, who stood there with her arms crossed and a confident grin on her face. When he approached, she asked, "What are you so afraid of?"
"Losing--" you. he nearly said, only managing to stop himself through sheer force of will. He didn't know her. He had never even seen her around town, yet he could already tell that she was one of the most important people in his life. Yet it still seemed strange to him to flat-out admit that, even if this were a dream. When he opened his mouth again, he managed to say, "Losing...the ones I love." She arched an eyebrow at this, but smiled nonetheless. Once again, the world went dark.
When he reopened his eyes, he was standing on another stained glass moasaic. This time, the subject was himself, his eyes closed as if in slumber. In his hand, he held a strange, key-shaped sword and the background was of that same skyline, yet there were also images accompanying it. Three people were featured: his parents and that same girl. Before he could wonder about it, he heard the disembodied voice from before:
[The Darkness within is just as dangerous as the Darkness without.] He looked behind him and saw a hand slowly reach up out of his shadow, followed by another. [But, fear not.] A shadowy replica of Zac with yellow, glowing discs for eyes began to pull itself out of his shadow. [No matter how deep, how all-consuming it may seem...] The shadow version of himself reached out and a corrupted version of the sword in the mosaic appeared. Just as Zac began to wonder how he was going to fight or get away, the sword from earlier reappeared in his hand in a blinding flash of light. He looked from his weapon to the dark version of himself, then gripped his sword tightly.
[A strong Heart will always prevail over the dark.]
With a yell, Zac charged as his dark copy rushed towards him. The last thing he remembered was the sound of their weapons clashing.
Zac slowly opened his eyes and saw the massive sphere of darkness hanging over the island. He sat up and narrowed his eyes as he said, "I thought so. That explains this dread in the pit of my stomach." Despite having an answer to that, however, a new worry settled over him. It's happening too fast, though. Every other world I visited, I got there early enough to do something about it, but I haven't seen a single Heartless since I got here. It's just like what happened with my world... His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Heartless appearing in the sand beneath him, surrounding his ship. The small, impish creatures made him chuckle. "Really? Shadows? Come on, you're underestimating me so much that I actually feel offended!"
The moment he dropped down from his ship, one of the Heartless lunged at him, yet he easily caught it by the face before he slammed it into the sand, making the ground around him rumble slightly. He had always been strong, but over the years since awakening his power, it seemed he had only grown stronger. As he straightened up, the shadow he slammed to the ground dispersing, sand and stone began to swirl around his hand before it condensed. Light flashed from the earthen mass in his hand before fading away to reveal his weapon. It was long, the wide bronze blade alone being roughly four feet, with a single, sharp leading edge while the reverse side had an almost jagged look, giving it the appearance of a modern pin-and-tumbler key. The grip was enclosed in a full, circular guard, silver in color, and a bronze-and-silver fleur-de-lis dangled from a thin chain attached to the end.
As Heartless swarmed around him, Zac took a deep breath, centering himself as a faint, orange glow enveloped his body. He hefted his weapon, his Keyblade, over his shoulder, as if he were up to bat in a baseball game, then swung with all his might. While his Keyblade didn't make contact with anything, the earth rumbled before stone spikes suddenly erupted in an arch in front of him, Shadows fading as they were impaled by the spikes. Another Shadow leapt at him before he could recover from the swing, but he was ready for it. Instead of trying to stop, he used his momentum to spin in a full circle before he brought his Keyblade down on the Shadow from above, cutting through the Heartless and shaking the ground as his Keyblade slammed into it. He cracked his neck as he pulled his Keyblade from the ground and rested it on his shoulder. "I've gotta wait for some passengers," he said to the Heartless. With a grin, he added, "Feel free to keep me entertained until then."
He had awoken to find himself in the midst of a void, an aquamarine light from above being the only visible source of light, as if he were deep underwater. Despite the strange surroundings, he couldn't bring himself to be scared, more curious than anything. As he took a step forward, light suddenly washed over him from beneath, spreading out into a large circle before it faded to reveal a beautiful mosaic of stained glass. The scene beneath him was one that was all-too-familiar: deep blues, blacks, and points of yellow and white came together to form the skyline of the city he was born and raised in, one he loved with all his heart. The ground rumbled as three pedestals rose from the ground, each bearing a different weapon: a sword, a shield, and a scepter. As he approached each one, a disembodied voice echoed in his head:
[The Power of the Warrior. Invincible Courage. A Sword of Terrible Destruction.]
[The Power of the Mystic. Inner Strength. A Staff of Wonder and Ruin.]
[The Power of the Guardian. Kindness to Aid Friends. A Shield to Repel All.]
Zac stared at the three weapons for what felt like a long time. Somehow, his heart knew that he not only had to choose one, but which one he was going to choose. He reached out and took hold of the sword. The pedestal it sat on disappeared as the voice echoed again:
[You have chosen the power of the Warrior. Now, you must choose that which must be lost.]
He glanced between the shield and the scepter, then down at the sword in his hand. 'Wonder and ruin' sounded cool, but he thought back to something his father had told him, that he was strong so he could protect others. With those words in mind, he decided to give up the scepter. As it vanished, the voice spoke again:
[You have chosen the power of the Warrior. You have given up the power of the Mystic. The shape of your Heart is set.]
As the pedestals sank back into the mosaic, he turned and found himself face-to-face with three shadowy creatures as they rose from the ground. He took hold of his sword and stepped toward them. However, as his foot came down, he suddenly fell forward as he stepped into shadow. The world went dark and he lost consciousness for what felt like only a moment. When he reopened his eyes, he found himself standing on the rooftop of his father's garage, the same place he would go to whenever he needed to think. The city stretched out before him on all sides, lights shining brightly to keep the dark of the night at bay while the sky stretched out in an endless sea of stars.
He turned and suddenly found that he wasn't alone. Leaning against the door to the stairwell down was his father, a tall, well-built man with salt-and-pepper hair and a matching beard, the same easy smile as Zac's on his face. To the north, standing against the railing, was his mother, a young woman with auburn hair and glittering blue eyes. And to the south, a girl his age. She had short, wild-looking red hair, forest-green eyes. She wore a white t-shirt underneath an open light blue-and-white checkered open button-up and distressed jeans. The strange part, however, was that Zac didn't recognize her, yet he felt a powerful connection to her. Deciding to leave that mystery for later, he turned to his father and approached. Before he could say anything, his father spoke up, saying in his deep, rumbling voice, "What do you want out of life, son?"
The question confused Zac, yet the answer was leaving his mouth before he could even really think about it. "I wanna see new sights. To experience everything I can." His father smiled, as if satisfied by this answer, then closed his eyes. Sensing he wouldn't get anything else out of his father, Zac moved to his mother. Like before, she spoke up before Zac and asked, "What do you hold most important?"
Like before, Zac didn't hesitate in answering, "My friends and family. Mom, what's going on?" His mother didn't reply, however, wearing the same satisfied smile his father had. He waited a moment longer before he moved onto the girl, who stood there with her arms crossed and a confident grin on her face. When he approached, she asked, "What are you so afraid of?"
"Losing--" you. he nearly said, only managing to stop himself through sheer force of will. He didn't know her. He had never even seen her around town, yet he could already tell that she was one of the most important people in his life. Yet it still seemed strange to him to flat-out admit that, even if this were a dream. When he opened his mouth again, he managed to say, "Losing...the ones I love." She arched an eyebrow at this, but smiled nonetheless. Once again, the world went dark.
When he reopened his eyes, he was standing on another stained glass moasaic. This time, the subject was himself, his eyes closed as if in slumber. In his hand, he held a strange, key-shaped sword and the background was of that same skyline, yet there were also images accompanying it. Three people were featured: his parents and that same girl. Before he could wonder about it, he heard the disembodied voice from before:
[The Darkness within is just as dangerous as the Darkness without.] He looked behind him and saw a hand slowly reach up out of his shadow, followed by another. [But, fear not.] A shadowy replica of Zac with yellow, glowing discs for eyes began to pull itself out of his shadow. [No matter how deep, how all-consuming it may seem...] The shadow version of himself reached out and a corrupted version of the sword in the mosaic appeared. Just as Zac began to wonder how he was going to fight or get away, the sword from earlier reappeared in his hand in a blinding flash of light. He looked from his weapon to the dark version of himself, then gripped his sword tightly.
[A strong Heart will always prevail over the dark.]
With a yell, Zac charged as his dark copy rushed towards him. The last thing he remembered was the sound of their weapons clashing.
Zac slowly opened his eyes and saw the massive sphere of darkness hanging over the island. He sat up and narrowed his eyes as he said, "I thought so. That explains this dread in the pit of my stomach." Despite having an answer to that, however, a new worry settled over him. It's happening too fast, though. Every other world I visited, I got there early enough to do something about it, but I haven't seen a single Heartless since I got here. It's just like what happened with my world... His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Heartless appearing in the sand beneath him, surrounding his ship. The small, impish creatures made him chuckle. "Really? Shadows? Come on, you're underestimating me so much that I actually feel offended!"
The moment he dropped down from his ship, one of the Heartless lunged at him, yet he easily caught it by the face before he slammed it into the sand, making the ground around him rumble slightly. He had always been strong, but over the years since awakening his power, it seemed he had only grown stronger. As he straightened up, the shadow he slammed to the ground dispersing, sand and stone began to swirl around his hand before it condensed. Light flashed from the earthen mass in his hand before fading away to reveal his weapon. It was long, the wide bronze blade alone being roughly four feet, with a single, sharp leading edge while the reverse side had an almost jagged look, giving it the appearance of a modern pin-and-tumbler key. The grip was enclosed in a full, circular guard, silver in color, and a bronze-and-silver fleur-de-lis dangled from a thin chain attached to the end.
As Heartless swarmed around him, Zac took a deep breath, centering himself as a faint, orange glow enveloped his body. He hefted his weapon, his Keyblade, over his shoulder, as if he were up to bat in a baseball game, then swung with all his might. While his Keyblade didn't make contact with anything, the earth rumbled before stone spikes suddenly erupted in an arch in front of him, Shadows fading as they were impaled by the spikes. Another Shadow leapt at him before he could recover from the swing, but he was ready for it. Instead of trying to stop, he used his momentum to spin in a full circle before he brought his Keyblade down on the Shadow from above, cutting through the Heartless and shaking the ground as his Keyblade slammed into it. He cracked his neck as he pulled his Keyblade from the ground and rested it on his shoulder. "I've gotta wait for some passengers," he said to the Heartless. With a grin, he added, "Feel free to keep me entertained until then."
Will do. I'll go ahead and wait until you kick things off, then
Excellent. I'll post it tonight. Alias will be at the Paopu tree when it all goes down, unable to sleep.
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You still could with him recalling it as he witnesses the Heartless take over.
I was kinda thinking of something along those lines, have him start off reminiscing about it, then the Heartless start to surround his ship. It'd also be a great way to hint at his own personal plotline
I've been thinking about including a flashback to Zac's Dive in my next post, though now that I think about it, it might be unnecessary
@Little Bird Beautiful post.
Does anyone want to post before I do my GM post of the Heartless taking over the world?
I'm good!
Zac spent the next few hours working on his ship while answering Taivas' questions to the best of his ability. Sure, he had been travelling between worlds for a long time, but he still wouldn't call himself as much of an expert on it as he was on Gummi ships. Everything he knew, he had learned either from trial and error or second-hand from the people he had met on his journey. However, he welcomed the conversation all the same, having always found it easier to focus when he could multitask, as contradictory as it may be.
"Alright...got the limiter replaced. Glad I thought ahead and bought a backup, just in case," he muttered to himself, running through a mental checklist after Taivas had wandered off. "I was able to jury-rig an aileron from an armor panel. Hate leaving those wires exposed, but I kinda need to be able to control the ship. Good old duct tape got the hydraulic leak patched up. I wasn't able to get the secondary engines running, but I should have throttle control back for the primary, so I can make do." He looked over at the core, still exposed. "Now, then...let's see if I'm about to kill all of us."
He reached over and reopened the flow of power to and from the Stardust Core before he hopped back into the cockpit. He flipped a few switches, took a deep breath, and powered up the ship. Poor Sigrid rattled as the Stardust Core came to life, glowing a brilliant blue as a sphere of energy began to take form. The ship slowly lifted above where it rested against the palm trees and Zac let out a relieved sigh. "Looks like we're back in business!" he exclaimed as the diagnostics screen showed parts of the ship highlighted in orange and yellow. Still not great, but much better than seeing red.
He moved the hovering ship away from the trees and engaged the landing gear before once more powering down the ship. "Alright, I think I'll crash here for tonight and get going tomorrow morning. Should give them enough time to figure out who all's coming along and for them to get ready," he said as he stretched his arms over his head. Just then, he heard a low rumble roll in from far out at sea and sat up. He climbed out of the cockpit and walked away from his ship as he listened to the thunder as it washed over the island. He clenched his fists as they began to tremble and memories flooded his mind: the thunder and lightning, the wind, the living shadows...the screams.
He gripped his left forearm with his right hand, trying to steady the trembling as a smile, equal parts nervousness and anticipation, crossed his face. "Think it's gonna be a long, long night," he said to himself. "Bring it on."
"Alright...got the limiter replaced. Glad I thought ahead and bought a backup, just in case," he muttered to himself, running through a mental checklist after Taivas had wandered off. "I was able to jury-rig an aileron from an armor panel. Hate leaving those wires exposed, but I kinda need to be able to control the ship. Good old duct tape got the hydraulic leak patched up. I wasn't able to get the secondary engines running, but I should have throttle control back for the primary, so I can make do." He looked over at the core, still exposed. "Now, then...let's see if I'm about to kill all of us."
He reached over and reopened the flow of power to and from the Stardust Core before he hopped back into the cockpit. He flipped a few switches, took a deep breath, and powered up the ship. Poor Sigrid rattled as the Stardust Core came to life, glowing a brilliant blue as a sphere of energy began to take form. The ship slowly lifted above where it rested against the palm trees and Zac let out a relieved sigh. "Looks like we're back in business!" he exclaimed as the diagnostics screen showed parts of the ship highlighted in orange and yellow. Still not great, but much better than seeing red.
He moved the hovering ship away from the trees and engaged the landing gear before once more powering down the ship. "Alright, I think I'll crash here for tonight and get going tomorrow morning. Should give them enough time to figure out who all's coming along and for them to get ready," he said as he stretched his arms over his head. Just then, he heard a low rumble roll in from far out at sea and sat up. He climbed out of the cockpit and walked away from his ship as he listened to the thunder as it washed over the island. He clenched his fists as they began to tremble and memories flooded his mind: the thunder and lightning, the wind, the living shadows...the screams.
He gripped his left forearm with his right hand, trying to steady the trembling as a smile, equal parts nervousness and anticipation, crossed his face. "Think it's gonna be a long, long night," he said to himself. "Bring it on."
I'll get a post up in a bit!
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