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Post by JazzBuddah on Oct 30, 2008 19:12:30 GMT -5
FINAL FANTASY CHAOS THEORY Date: 3574 PD 'post documentation' The wold of Denham is at the peak of an industrial and technological revolution! The lives of people everywhere are being made easier by the use of telephones, telivision, motorized cars and several other luxuries. Achieving such a state of being the world took a sigh as all became calm and blissfull. Soon the babyboom came and the small towns grew larger into metropoliton cities. With the vast new numbers, the industies had potential workers for their factories and the schools became filled with students wanting to learn to become the next generation of scientists. Though majic was cast aside it was not abandoned. Fire materia helps to fuel the motorcars and trains as well as help keep homes warm. Thunder materia helps keep the lights on at night and provides electricity to each home so they can use the new inventions that have been given to them. Just when things seemed like they couldn't be any better, something ugly poked its head into the community. Some places it was crime, others it was riots and arson. No-one knew what the cause was or what triggered it but soon the cities were filled with panic and the descent folk forced to evacuate the comfort of their homes and set up temporary housing on the edge of town. Those who remained inside the city continued to cause havok for no reason at all. Soon it was discovered that some other cities had experienced similar events and were bewildered as well. Meanwhile, other cities remained uneffected. The societies that fled, so used to a pleasurable exhistence had never built any army, there had been no need. Officers of the law tried to re-enter but were never heard from again. Now torn from the comforts of modern living. Polville, your home city is now searching for able bodied men women and creatures to help take back there home and drive out the evil. Morning, Thursday October 30th. The day started like any other. Men and women cooked outside there tents making pancakes and bacon dressed in the ragged cloths they had managed to take with them before all hell broke loose. The camp sat on a platue looking over the valley in which the city of Polville slept. Slept silent. In the morning it was almost prestine. It seemed so peaceful, that is before the evil would wake up. Then the screeches and screams would come followed by explosions and fires. Polville had been a central town in the middle of the continent. It was a railroad town in which trains passed through from all throughout the land. Since the chaos broke loose the trains stopped coming and goods no longer transported swiftly over the borders. Normally the deputised guards would keep an eye on the camps borders but today each of our adventerers was met by a guard with a special request from the town elder requesting their presence at the large tent which was used as the cities control center and place of worship. The elder was an old priest by the name of Jerimia and was well respected umong the community. Poe, on the other hand had a more rude awakening. Poe paced his cell in cat form as it was bigger when he was smaller. They hadn't told him how long he would be kept here but with the current state of the world he couldn't imagine it would be for long. Soon a guard came to the door and Poe tensed up. The second the door creeped open he darted out. The guard grabbed him by the tail instantly transforming him back into a man though his ears and tail remained. "What!?" Poe yelled out taking his tail back. The guard soon held him down and a second came up and put a metallic collar around his neck. "What's that for!?" He cried out. "So you don't go shifting on us. C-mon. The elder wants to see you." Poe then stood up dusting himself off remembering the elder from his days in the orphanage "Reverand Abraham? What does that fossil.." The guard then grabbed him by the ear dragging him along "HEY! OW OW OW OW...OKAY!" The guards soon dragged him to the large tent in the middle of the camp and wwas forced to sit down. Soon the old priest came out from the shadows. "Padre?" Poe asked curiously. "Were you the one that sprung me? If so I greatly appreciate it but I regret to inform you I am set in my wicked ways." With that said the old man laughed. "No no my sun. The society you have so willingly turned you back on needs your assistance. I suggested your release as you could prove usefull in a given endevore." Poe looked at him curiously using his tail to scratch his nose. "And what endevore is this?" Poe asked. "In time." Replied the priest. "We must await the others. Then all shall be revealed I assure you."
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Post by Reaper on Oct 30, 2008 20:40:49 GMT -5
Xanthira hugged her wings to her as she walked down the street. The prying eyes of the people just sent chills down her back. After all this time she could never get use to the looks. They all looked to her as if she was a freak . . . some kind of scientific studied creature freed during their fleeing of the city. She wasn't a monster . . . at least she didn't think so. She hugged her wings around her tightly as she seen the tent come into view. She was thrilled that she would be able to get out of the prying eyes. She quickly stepped up her pace as if she was running for cover.
Her run quickly came to a stop when she spotted someone she didn't want to see. She bit her lips as she turned to walk away, but the eyes of the citizens made her run into the tent. She looked at Poe, and then to the Reverend as she bowed her head slightly. She edged over to the cover of the tent to get as far away from Poe as she possibly could. When she looked at him she felt a sense of betrayal, and loneliness. She just looked at the ground as she sat down.
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Post by Gunman543 on Oct 30, 2008 22:24:48 GMT -5
Gearfreid had been walking along the road, nodding to familier faces as he headed for the tent that a gaurd had informed him of. Apparently, the old priest, the Elder, had wanted to see him for reasons unknown to him at the moment. The gaurd told him where the Elder was, even though G knew this already. Walking calmly, he neared the tent and saw Poe, although he didnt really speak with him at all, and Miss Xanthira, if his knowladge served right. Nodding to both, and doing the same for the elder, Gearfreid stood between the two, and waited for the Jerimia to adress them.
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Post by Mikey on Oct 31, 2008 5:02:05 GMT -5
Jackie limped through town, or rather the camp that was serving as town. He was surrounded by guards, the same that he had escourted him into the camp from the town proper. He had been off visiting some far off memories. At least, what he considered far off. It had been only a few short months since what had happened, but it felt like years. His wounds had healed, as best they could, and if he was lucky the imiges would blur from his mind.
He was snapped back to the here and now as one of the guards told him to go into the Reverends tent. He limped toward it without enthusiasm, his metal leg leaving deep footprints in the soft dirt. When he got inside, he opted to stand instead of sitting. If he got down, it would be a bi*ch to get back up again.
Looking at the other people in the tent, he found he recognized them from somewhere or other. There was Poe, the little theif that liked to pilfer this or that from anyone dumb enough to leave their belongings out in the open, Xanthira, the angel looking woman who worked at a lab or something of that sort, and Gearfrid, the wanderer who looked like one of the wizards or whatever they were called who wandered around. A motley crew to say the least.
Now, all that was left to do was to see what this old codger wanted.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Oct 31, 2008 14:50:29 GMT -5
As everyone gathered Jermia smiled and sat down with the sigh that came with old age. "Some of you know me. Others of you, not so much. I am the spiritual advisor for this community. For years I have helped the people here live good lives, I have served the community and have helped build it. I was here when the first wagon came in from the west." He the poked the fire with a stick. "We live in dark times now my children. This isn't just anger we are seeing. It is something more something of the likes that we have never seen before. Here, in this city we are a society of pasifists, we have no desire to fight. But I fear if something is not done soon our problem could grow and spead. This is why I have called upon you four." With that said he brought out a compass and opened it up.
"The govenor believes we should train civilians to go in with brute force using new aged tactics and weaponry. What he does not see is that this evil is an old one and must be eradicated using the old ways. You four have managed to keep the are off magic alive inside yourselves through practicing with various materia. This is why I have called upon you. In the city you will find creatures that are unknown to our culture. Creatures that pre-date the day of first documentation so we know nothing about them only that the old arts of fighting were effective on them." Jerimia then looked at Gearfield
You have been chosen because of your mastery over the arts of magic. You are well known for your abilities and would prove vital. Also, you work with dark materia, which means you might be able to better understand the enemy and help us understand what is happening." He then looked to Jackie.
"You wanderer. You have been chosen as you are well versed in the ways of current day combat and have combat experience which these three lack. You must teach them to fight as it is not in there nature." He then looked at Xan
"Xan, your knoledge of materia will prove priceless in this endevore. If you are all to succeed you must grow stronger and have better tools which Xan can produce. She also has the power to heal if your battels become too dificult." He then looked her even deeper in the eye. "And, as a priest I hold a materia of my own. A fate materia. My materia says that if you go with these three you will find the answers you seek. He then looked at Poe.
"Poe...." He started.
"Yeah I know, I'm great you don't have to say it just as long as you can admit it." With that said one of the guards pressed a button on a remote sending electricity through his collar. "YEOW! Hey...uncalled for!" He said straightening himself out. The elder sighed and shook his head.
"You're here because it appears that it is your old gang who is leading the chaos that has befallen our town. I figured having you along you may be useful in finding their weakness. You also know the entire city by heart I'm sure which would prove valuable and...."
"How much?" Poe asked
"How much what?" Jerimia asked flaberghasted.
"How much you paying us?" The guard was about to press the button again but Jerimia waved him away.
"Things being the way they are we have little to nothing. If you can return us to the city however I'm sure we can find some sort of reward if that is what you desire." Now that everyone seemed content he grabbed his walking staff and stood up placing a compass on the table. "This has been infused with my fate materia. It will direct you to where the origin of this plague is." The guard then stepped in and placed a remote on the table.
"Poe is still a prisoner and will be treated as such. To prevent him from changing and running off we have equipped his collar with a shocking device which automatically turns him back into a human. I'll let you all decide who want's that responcibility. The old man then looked at them.
"Unless there are any questions, the head guards are at the outskirts brepared to open the gates for you. You may leave when you feel ready."
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Post by Mikey on Nov 1, 2008 3:41:35 GMT -5
Jackie cocked up his eyebrows when he heard that he was the one with combat experience in the group. A guy who had been in a share of fistfights and knew how to use a gun was the one with the combat experience. That was a bit odd to him, but he supposed it made sense. He wasnt from here, and he wasnt a pacifist by far. He had been taught that violence, used at the proper time and in the proper ammount, could solve any problem anyone ever had.
When the Reverend left, he walked outside and reached into his pocket with his right hand. Bringing out a crudely carved pipe, he stuck the end in his mouth and lit it. It used to belong to his father, and was one of the few things he had to remember him by. Lighting it with a match, he puffed on it until it glowed with heat. Looking around, he saw the guard who had taken his pistol.
Holding his hand out, the guard gently slid the 1911 into his hand. He checked it for any damage. When he was satisfied that it was in good order, he slid it back into his pocket and waited. He was waiting for these people that he hardly knew to get in gear.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 1, 2008 4:32:11 GMT -5
Xanthira nodded slightly as she looked at the device. She then looked at Poe, for a moment she wanted it for revenge, knowing that the tinyest little thing he did wrong she would set it off. An yet she wanted it for another reason. Grinning lightly as she walked forward. "I'll take control of the device. Since by far I wont be doing as much fighting as the others, it would probably be less likely to be broken with me," she said as she turned to the others. "No offince to you," she said as she took the device in hand. "Come, Poe lets follow the others out," she said as she pocketed the device on the inside of her vest.
She looked at him with a gentle smile, but also a devious smile. Turning her head to the door her hair waffted a bit as she walked out into the gentle breeze. "So into the city, and onto a dangerous mission," she said gently as she instantly drew her wings in at the site of the citizens. She sighed a bit as she closed her eyes. "Lets move, the sooner the better," she said as she started heading toward the guards. Wanting to get away from the prying eyes as soon as she could.
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Post by Gunman543 on Nov 1, 2008 9:29:39 GMT -5
Gearfreid stood when the Reverend left, and watched as Xan took the control for the coller they put on Poe. Making sure he had his book, he spoke to the group in general. "Were going to need a strong leader if were going to pull this off sucessfully. Although I cant say who should be leader, I think we will need to know what those criminial leaders are up to. Poe, you have worked with them before, so what do you think they are attempting?"
Gearfreid had been walking alongside Xanthira and Poe as the small group headed for the gates, keeping a steady pace and a calm face and mind as they headed to combat the uncertain threats ahead of them, and searched his mind for anything he had heard of that could be reference to these things that were attacking, and what would best counter-act them.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 1, 2008 13:31:24 GMT -5
Poe smirked walking up next to Xan. "Well, at least I know my life is in your gentle hands." He then reached out and touched her on the wings. "Why so shy. You used to be so proud of them from what I remember." He then chuckled to himself as he moved through the encampment to the edge where the guards were. They instantly parted to let them through. "We called outselves the Neko 5. Each one of us were 'changlings' and spent our time stealing from the wealthy residents. Since I changed into the smallest creature my job was to get in and unlock the doors from the inside. One day I got caught and was sent to the slammer." He then took out his whip with the green sonic materia shining on the end of the handle.
"When I got out they had changed. They began to steal without honor. From random people on the street, without grace. They started to kill those who didn't give them what they wanted and that was when the chaos happened. I didn't like their new attitude plus I was the weakest so there was no place left for me in the group anymore." He then looked at Xan. "Before I was most recently...delightfully detained I spent my days running into the city in my other form searching for loot. It was my only way of avoiding the new spawn that have sprung up. Strange creastures, monsters now infest the town, the other four are their leaders. I've never seen such things before and their power made it difficult to roam the city in such a vulnerable form. The old group seems to have taken refuge at the old church. There is an odd presence there. Something dark." He then looked at Xan more seriously this time. "Another odd thing. They've been stealing the industrial grade materia from the streetlights and car engiens for some reason. That materia is only 1/100 the power of real materia but it works for industrial uses but I dont have to tell you that." He then looked back over the city. "God knows why they're collecting something so worthless."
OOC: I almost forgot, at this level each character gets one 'Limit Break' for those of you who dont know a limit break is a charged attack you recieve after battling a foe for a prolonged period of time. Please enter your limit breaks in the creation thread so i can approve of them. keep in mind your first limit break can only effect one person or target whether it be an attack or buff.
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Post by Reaper on Nov 2, 2008 11:22:40 GMT -5
Xanthira shivered under Poe's touch, it was gentle and tender to the touch. Enough to make her feather's stand up for a moment. As he moved toward the gate she sighed a bit. "I am not ashamed of my wings," she spoke lightly. Following the group threw the gate, she turned back just as they shut them. Once they were out of the prying eyes of the cities people she let go of her wings. Spreading them wide as to strech them, causing a few of the down feathers to fly up into the air, and threw them back in as to relax a bit. She looked back at Poe with a heavy sigh. "Your not fully human . . . you have a tail and ears. Yet there are others like you, and you know what you are. I on the other hand do not, and as for others from the looks I get there are none. I can't stand the way these people look at me, it makes me feel helpless, under appriciated, and almost like I'm a side show freak. I am not ashamed of my feathers, I am just ashamed of what these people think of me," she said heavily as she looked around the street. "Alright, so to the church I guess?" she asked no one inparticular.
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Post by Gunman543 on Nov 3, 2008 7:06:38 GMT -5
Gearfreid nodded. "Sounds as good a plan as any. Watch your back everyone, who really knows whats out there, and if who is controlling them knows we are here." Gearfreid went through the information that Poe had told Xanthira. This Neko 5 who had became a blood thirsty group of more dangerous thieves, and now the leaders of these creatures that are attacking innocent civilians. He shook his head subtly, but not surprised at the actions of Neko 5. Typical criminial activities, kept going until they reached the top of whatever illusions of grandour that they have. Of course, all of them being able to shift their forms would be a problem, especially if, more like when, they put up a fight against them. One question bothered Gearfreid still, and he asked it openly. "What can the group members change into, so we can at least know what our foe might look like, or what they are capable of.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 3, 2008 16:44:01 GMT -5
Poe put his hands in his pockets as he began to stroll down the familiar streets. "Well, Third in command was Atlas. Atlas has the ability to turn into a Diggin. A stone wasteland creature with skin practically made of stone. He has a pair of brass knuckles one of which has an earth materia in it allowing his to create tremors and such. The two second in command are the Cerberus twins Gage and Hype...street names of course. They both can turn into large dogs. They specialize in combination moves attacking together. First in command is Dillan. He can transform into a large snake and uses poison and acid materia." He then looked down and kicked a can off the street. "Fourth in command was me. I'll let you guess what I change into." He said twitching his ears. He then looked around and unwrapped his whip from his arm.
"We're spotted." He said readying himself. Without warning the windows shattered from one of the nearby houses and seven beachball sized winged creatures with one giant eye and a gaping out flew out. Poe cringed. "Cr*p. These things don't play fair. They like to use there talons but the thing you really need to watch for is there breath attacks. If you get to close they'll breath out a cloud of toxic gas that'll make you sick, sometimes even blind." He then watched as the creatures lined up infront of them and began screeching. Not wasting a single moment he threw out his arm cracking his whip sending a sonic shockwave at the group. They were quick to respond and flocked out of the way. "D*mn" He muttered.
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Post by Gunman543 on Nov 3, 2008 17:23:57 GMT -5
Gearfreid watched the seven things pour out the windows, and then scattered from a crack of Poe's whip. "So, toxic breath...talk about bad breath, huh?" Taking half a second to concentrate, Gearfreid let loose a single blast of negative energy at the closest of the creatures, his book still in his left hand as he kept one eye on the one he fired a blast at as he prepared another shot at the next creature. He was thinking quickly, attempting to bring up any knowladge on these creatures from any book he had read or story he had heard.
(OOC:Sorry about short post, cant think of much else to do or say)
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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 3, 2008 17:40:30 GMT -5
When Gearfried sent out his attack the creature opened its mouth wide and completely swallowed the orb of negetive energy. It was at this point that Gearfried remembered these creatures. The researchers called them Ahriman's. Creatures made internally of gas and a thick leather hide. It's internal plumbing is 80% stomache and is capable of swallowing certain attacks causing them to grow larger. It is also known that these creatures can only swallow so much before they burst open like baloons. Also, they are vulnerable to piercing attacks as they tend to 'burst their bubble.'
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Post by Gunman543 on Nov 5, 2008 18:31:11 GMT -5
Gearfreid stepped back and frowned at the thing as it swallowed his attack, but he yelled to the others what he remembered about the Ahrimans.
"Alright, I reconise these things. They are called Ahrimans, they swallow certain attacks, including my negative blasts. However, piercing attacks will pop them, so shooting them is our best bet, or stabbing attacks would work too. But you heard Poe, the acid doesnt sound too fun, so be carful. They are 80% stomach on the inside, so thats why they eat some attacks. However, if they eat too much, they explode. Which gives me an idea..."
Gearfreid charged up several more attacks, and launched them at the same Ahriman that swallowed his previous attack, which had grown somewhat larger, planning on making it burst from the amount of energy in it.
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