The ballroom suddenly grew dark as the depraved had fiends made there way through the area, attacking whatever stood in front of their path like selfless beasts bent on destroying everything it had encountered. Cloud placed his cup of punch on the table and rolled back before a Heartless flew past him, knocking over the large table without any regards to crowd that scattered away from harm
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Within seconds, the sounds of the infrequent screams he could hear echoing around the ballroom had changed in tone, from cheerful excitement to a sharper note of fear. Zack was amused, at first, thinking someone had pulled a rather large prank off successfully and the results were just now getting through the crowds to him. He had a moment to regret not having had a part in whatever that was scaring the other students, before realizing the situation was much more drastic
( ... )
As he made his way through the marshy grounds, Cloud turned back upon hearing a familiar voice shout out to him. He watched warily as the dark, disheveled figure come closer towards him, and his grip on on his sword tightened before he could finally recognize the person shouting after him. "Zack..!" He held his blade with both hands and started rollerblading his way through the scattered mess of fiends. Though, the blonde was obviously outnumbered, with the help of his rollerblades he was able to make his way through, kicking off the heartless that had latched onto his legs. He stopped right in front of Zack. Cobalt eyes quickly scanned the other boy for any injuries, giving a small sigh of relief after finding none that were fatal
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Catching up to Cloud, Zack huffed an audible sigh when he saw the blonde had only been running from the crowded ballroom, and not because he'd been wounded in some terrible way. He relinquished a bit of the anxiety he'd been gripping to keep his awareness on edge; he wouldn't need any extra reasons to be alert so long as he had Cloud. Realizing they had both been checking each other over for fatalities, the brunet chortled and shook his head
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Until now, Rufus had been fast asleep in his dormitory, too tired from his trip to Midgar and far too unorganised costume-wise to attend the ball.
Screaming and certain chaos, accompanied by an all too familiar cackling of a Malboro and smashing on the door was more than enough to awaken the blond from his slumber, however. His first initial thought after he slowly blinked the sleep from his eyes was to find out what the hell was going on.
Unfortunately enough, none of the Turks were in the dormitory at the time - they were all still at the party, Rufus supposed - but he was more than capable of defending himself against a couple of fiends. The blond didn't suppose he had much time, as judging by the unearthly thing trying to smash his door down, there wouldn't really be any time to get changed, and Rufus was grateful that he'd fallen asleep in his clothes. Instead, Rufus grabbed his shotgun, some ammo, and his jacket, and stood back from the door, biting his lip and hoping beyond hope that whatever it was would just go away - just
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Ed looked around him. he was surrounded by monster's, most he haven't even seen before. "SHIT! were did they all come from!" The monster's lunged at him. He doged out of the way not noticeing the heartless infront of him till the heartless made a nice cat on his left arm.
Ed grabed his arm and ran away. He knew he couldn't avoid all the monster's but he needed some time. Ed kicked the punch table onto it's side makeing a temporary sheild from the monter's attacks. Ed quikly transmuted his auto mail and lunged at the shadow monster's.
"Ed!" Tidus yelled. Lucikly he'd kept his sword near the table he'd been sitting at. grabbing it he ran over to the other blonde, tearing into those critters as he went and ducked behind the table. "Want some help?"
Ed turned around to face the person who had called out his name. He defiantly needed the help right now. He didn't know how to deal with most of the creatures and knowing that chimeras were roaming the grounds didn't help. He couldn't hide from a chimera no matter how good the hiding spot was. And it was really hard to hit those little shadow like things.
Ed heard a load roar above him and Tidus. He looked up to find a Behemoth on one of the ledges. The creature starred down at the two before it lunged at them. Ed managed to dodged the attack, But wasn't so lucky with the second. His eyes were wide as he took in the creature's feature's while he held his injured arm. The wound worsened by the Behemoth's claws. 'Dame this thing is worse then Envy!!' Ed thought starring at the creature.
"Yeah I think I need the help...." Ed said to Tidus, not looking away from the creature just in Case it made any movement to attack.
Tidus dove out of the way of the Behemoth and hissed in pain as it got his leg. "Ow, fuck," he grumbled. Grabbing the nearest tablecloth, he quickly tore off two strips, one for his leg and the other for Ed's arm. He crept back over, keeping an eye on the chimeras. "This is not good," he said to the other blonde. "Think we can take them?" Dammit Xaldin where the hell are you? he thought frantically, looking around.
The moment he saw monsters Zidane's hands immediately went to his sides, looking almost as though he were feeling himself before fingers expertly drew two stilettos. The glinted strangely in the lights, each the length of his forearm, held ready as he surveyed the scene
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There wasn't much Futch could do to answer Zidane's quip, as he was currently trying to fend off his own monster, a tall, lithe black creature with long tassles atop its head. It was unlike any creature he'd ever faced before, and he found himself at a loss as to how to fight it. He had his runes, of course, but those would damage more than just the monster itself--nor did he trust himself with the sword strapped to his side. He fumbled with it, deflecting attacks with blade and arm guard until he finally broke his enemy's own defense, slicing it in half to disappear in a puff of darkness.
Breathing hard, the dragon-boy finally glanced over toward Zidane, smiling faintly. "This isn't...exactly my kind of party. I much prefer something a little more...private." He frowned. "I don't know that I can fight like this..."
The grin slipped a little, hearing that. Zidane was having little trouble with whatever closed in on him because he was far from a ranged fighter. Closer was better for him. But Futch having trouble was not good at all.
Eliminating another set of approaching enemies the blonde cast a glance over his shoulder. "If they're here they could be all over. Let's check the dorms." First, they wouldn't be in a crowded place, and second, if anyone was alone against these things they'd have a hard time fending them off.
That and they had someone who did not fight with them. Caesar was a tactician and Zidane hadn't forgotten. With more space and some time the other might help them be a little more methodical than they were at present.
Stabbing another enemy and watching it vanish, Zidane crouched low. If they needed a path out of here he'd just have to make it. It was a good thing about thieves; they moved quickly and were best in close combat. He knew better than to worry about Blank. His street brother was tougher than he was.
Caesar was probably the only person glad to have the party ruined. It took his mind off unpleasant things. Of course the fact that he couldn't fight would make things more difficult, but he was a strategist, and that was at least something.
"Okay, I got it," he said after some thought. "Futch, concentrate on fighting the bigger enemies like those tentacle things. Hope you guys don't get offended by me staying in the back, but ah... well, you know." He shrugged helplessly. He needed more time to study these unknown enemies and watch Zidane's fighting style. Hopefully none of them would bother him while his friends were busy.
One moment it had been a great party, the next it all went to hell.
Irvine tossed his cup somewhere behind him, forgotten as he Exeter pulled from invisible junction before half a step towards the door had been taken.
Where's a decent attack junction when I need it? he grumbled, tossing a quick apology to a disgruntled Siren when she picked up on the thought. You're just not strong enough, babe. Like I'm better at long distance fighting than up close and all personal.Running towards the door, Irvine loaded as much quickshot ammo as he could, shooting anything that got in his way. He was halfway through loading a round when something small and black threw itself at him. Reversing the gun, he smacked it in the face with the butt, swinging the shotgun easily and shooting it right where he'd hit it. Black particles of some sort went everywhere
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((ooc: I won't be replying to this for rp purposes. if you read further down, Irvine has already passed this room and is now with Rufus and won't be coming back this direction due to the tonberry. I suggest you post this separate as an entry of your own rather than a comment to this one. you'll also have to change it probably as rufus posted before you and was in the dorm room and he's squall's roomie and his post says nothing about squall at this time. you should also use your rp journal so others know who your character is at a glance.))
((i...really got you mad at me, didnt I?... I will take your suggestions. I do not expect you to come back into the common room, due to Tonberry. I read the posts by Rufus and Irvine but not carefully enough. I am deleting it here. Changing it and perhaps reposting it. Or perhaps...I dont know. Fucking hell. I'll just go back to digging my own grave now.))
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Screaming and certain chaos, accompanied by an all too familiar cackling of a Malboro and smashing on the door was more than enough to awaken the blond from his slumber, however. His first initial thought after he slowly blinked the sleep from his eyes was to find out what the hell was going on.
Unfortunately enough, none of the Turks were in the dormitory at the time - they were all still at the party, Rufus supposed - but he was more than capable of defending himself against a couple of fiends. The blond didn't suppose he had much time, as judging by the unearthly thing trying to smash his door down, there wouldn't really be any time to get changed, and Rufus was grateful that he'd fallen asleep in his clothes. Instead, Rufus grabbed his shotgun, some ammo, and his jacket, and stood back from the door, biting his lip and hoping beyond hope that whatever it was would just go away - just ( ... )
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Ed grabed his arm and ran away. He knew he couldn't avoid all the monster's but he needed some time. Ed kicked the punch table onto it's side makeing a temporary sheild from the monter's attacks. Ed quikly transmuted his auto mail and lunged at the shadow monster's.
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Ed heard a load roar above him and Tidus. He looked up to find a Behemoth on one of the ledges. The creature starred down at the two before it lunged at them. Ed managed to dodged the attack, But wasn't so lucky with the second. His eyes were wide as he took in the creature's feature's while he held his injured arm. The wound worsened by the Behemoth's claws. 'Dame this thing is worse then Envy!!' Ed thought starring at the creature.
"Yeah I think I need the help...." Ed said to Tidus, not looking away from the creature just in Case it made any movement to attack.
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Breathing hard, the dragon-boy finally glanced over toward Zidane, smiling faintly. "This isn't...exactly my kind of party. I much prefer something a little more...private." He frowned. "I don't know that I can fight like this..."
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Eliminating another set of approaching enemies the blonde cast a glance over his shoulder. "If they're here they could be all over. Let's check the dorms." First, they wouldn't be in a crowded place, and second, if anyone was alone against these things they'd have a hard time fending them off.
That and they had someone who did not fight with them. Caesar was a tactician and Zidane hadn't forgotten. With more space and some time the other might help them be a little more methodical than they were at present.
Stabbing another enemy and watching it vanish, Zidane crouched low. If they needed a path out of here he'd just have to make it. It was a good thing about thieves; they moved quickly and were best in close combat. He knew better than to worry about Blank. His street brother was tougher than he was.
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"Okay, I got it," he said after some thought. "Futch, concentrate on fighting the bigger enemies like those tentacle things. Hope you guys don't get offended by me staying in the back, but ah... well, you know." He shrugged helplessly. He needed more time to study these unknown enemies and watch Zidane's fighting style. Hopefully none of them would bother him while his friends were busy.
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Irvine tossed his cup somewhere behind him, forgotten as he Exeter pulled from invisible junction before half a step towards the door had been taken.
Where's a decent attack junction when I need it? he grumbled, tossing a quick apology to a disgruntled Siren when she picked up on the thought. You're just not strong enough, babe. Like I'm better at long distance fighting than up close and all personal.Running towards the door, Irvine loaded as much quickshot ammo as he could, shooting anything that got in his way. He was halfway through loading a round when something small and black threw itself at him. Reversing the gun, he smacked it in the face with the butt, swinging the shotgun easily and shooting it right where he'd hit it. Black particles of some sort went everywhere ( ... )
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I will take your suggestions. I do not expect you to come back into the common room, due to Tonberry. I read the posts by Rufus and Irvine but not carefully enough. I am deleting it here. Changing it and perhaps reposting it. Or perhaps...I dont know. Fucking hell. I'll just go back to digging my own grave now.))
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