Character Name: Kenny Zero
Age: Eight
Gender: Male
Race: Zero Sage / Enhanced Narrikian
Appearance: http://media.animevice.com/uploads/0/2262/128814-rer5_super.jpgAlliance: Anrufe
Personality (one paragraph minimum):Kenny is a lot like his "father", though he wouldn't know. He is very strong and has a strategic brain. He is always analyzing situations and trying to depict what is happening in a given scenario. He is very bold and brave. He is loyal to his cause and will do whatever he must to promote that cause, making him a very well, blooming Anrufe member.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): A metallic staff much like the one his father once carried, though he does not know that his father once carried such a staff. He uses it to channel his illusionary magic through.
Combat Level (Average of magic level and physical strength. If you don't know what to do here, don't fill it out and the staff will help you.): 4
- Magic Level: 3
- Physical Strength: 5
Character's History (Minimum 3 Paragraphs):Eight years ago, Red Zero took a strand of DNA from Ken Atlas and used it to create Nek Atlas, his clone, who she seduced. She became pregnant with his son, Kenny Zero, who she gave birth to nine months later. She raised Kenny, as she has continued doing, and began to personally train him, with the help of her brother and grandfather, in the secrets of their family line of magic -- Zero magic.
From a young age Kenny learned first basics in magic, and later more advanced concepts. He learned how to create illusions using his zero magic. This particular skill gave him much strength... But it was not enough to join the ranks of the Anrufe. Not yet. He was far too young at five to become an Anrufe member, and so Zere took Kenny... Took him for a year of training under Zere's hand, away from his mother.
Kenny learned much in the same way that Hikaru Tyris learned basic magic. He would be forced to destroy entire kingdoms. That was way too much blood and destruction for a boy to handle... And so he, much like Hikaru, began to bottle up the negativity and hate deep within him, sealing it away within a part of his spirit. That hate continues to manifest in him today.
He returned to his mother a year later at age six much stronger than he had been before. Now, two years after more training and being adjusted into the life of the Anrufe, he has become a Level Three member, and thus a leader of the Anrufe.
RP Sample (Depending On Combat Level):
So many dead. So many people had been killed by this monstrous thing called Plex. So many people had lost their loved ones, their friends, their family. So many... And where was the retribution?
Jay Stryder had not lost anyone that he personally knew in this attack. That was mainly because everyone he ever knew and loved had been killed, probably years before, by some unknown force of the devil. Or maybe they had just died out. Who was to say? Either way, Jay knew how the victims of today's attacks felt.
He was light hearted, sure.
He made jokes, sure.
But he was alive, and no bastard could take that away from him. If he had to march into the core of Plex, kill the son of a bitch, and die with him, so be it. But he didn't plan on dying today. He was going to kill Plex. He was determined.
"Jay," Nek requested as they watched the waves in the serene ocean of Shore, all from the dock of K2323's house. "Are you afraid?"
"Not really," Jay replied, smiling at his friend, "Just a little hungry. Besides, I want to do this. That's why I volunteered. I'll be damned if some badass ball of darkness is going to get all the attention!"
"Then you're a lot braver than me," Nek admitted.
"I don't think so," Jay replied, "I think.. We're all brave on the inside. But sometimes, you just have to clear your head, you know?"
"Jay. It's time," a voice spoke up from behind.
The two turned to face K2323 at the end of the dock, a serious look on his face. In his hand, he had a messenger bag. Jay knew what was inside. The five cores of Fatet. It was the ultimate weapon against Plex... Hopefully, it would be enough.
"Right," Jay agreed, "Let's go kick some Plexan ass."
Jay and Nek started to walk across the dock. As Jay passed by K2323, he grabbed the messenger bag and slung it across his shoulder. K2323 and Nek followed closely behind him. They both had serious expressions on their face. Jay, on the other hand, was grinning ear to ear.
"Let's go over the plan one more time," K2323 requested.
"I go in, act all badass, release the power of the Outerverse, fight to death... You guys take care of the rest... Then we go get burritos. Does that about cover it?"
K2323 smiled. "Yeah, that about covers it."
"Alright. So, where's my bus?"
"Won't be that easy, I'm afraid," K2323 replied, "You're going to have to go through Hell to get there."
"Can't be that bad. What do I have to do?" Jay replied.
"No, literally," K2323 replied, "You have to go through Hell."
"Oh," Jay replied, "Damnit K2. I want burritos first in case I die."
"Yo, Jay!" Hiro shouted out as he and Sara approached the group from K2323's house, "Everything's ready. Well, everything but you."
"I'm ready," Jay replied, "Oh. Wait."
With a flash, Jay vanished, leaving the group flustered. Then, a moment later, he reappeared next to Hiro, a bottle of Scotch in his hands. This, of course, earned the laugh of all those present. A last drink? Hopefully not.
Glasses were poured, and a toast was made.
Together, the group cheered, "To victory!"
And with a last glass of Scotch, it was time. The five joined the rest of the group, all in all a quite massive army that had gathered for this final battle, in a field just down the block from K2323's house. There, a massive hellgate had been constructed. A portal to hell. Hoorah.
"Alright, guys," Jay said aloud as they started to activate the hellgate, "Wish me luck."
"Good luck," several replied, "Break a leg!"
The Hellgate activated with quite the flash. The hellgate itself was a massive frame, about fifty feet tall and ten feet wide. Inside the frame itself was a red, jello-like substance. The portal. Once you walked through it, that was it. Hold your breath and hope you survive.
"Later, dudes," Jay shouted as he walked through the hellgate.
Going through the portal itself was like going through a pit of fire, and it hurt like hell. Jay felt like his skin was burning off. Probably shouldn't have had that Scotch before he went through. Oh, well. It would be over soon enough.
A few seconds later, Jay felt pressure. It was like something was squeezing his entire body, like he was a tube of toothpaste. Every inch of his body was being torn apart. He started screaming. It was... Intense.
And then, quite suddenly, it was over, and with a pop, Jay was in Hell, before a massive hellgate. Two guards, their skin red, mutated, surrounded him at once.
"State your name and purpose!"
All in all, Hell was mostly a bunch of red clay and intense heat, and some fires. Of course, Jay had just gotten here. The air around him felt like it was burning. His skin still felt like it was burning. He'd gone through worse, though.
"Jay Stryder, yo. Don't mind me, just coming through."
Of course, they grabbed him and started to drag him towards the palace. An audience with Lucifer? He didn't even wear his suit. How disappointing. What was this going to be like, anyway? Yo, can I borrow your portal to Plex?
That's actually what he ended up saying.
In the throne room, Sakael, right-hand-man of Radical, sat idly glancing at Jay.
"You're not dead. Why are you here?" Sakael asked, somewhat interested.
"Yo, can I borrow your portal to Plex?"
"Plex?" Sakael asked, "Who the hell are you?"
"Jay Stryder, last Templar at your service."
"A Templar, aye? My, it's been years since we've seen one of you. What happened? Couldn't stand being dead?"
"I didn't die," Jay replied, "I'm too awesome for that."
"Hm... Guards. Kill him."
"Wait, what!?" Jay replied, "Yo, dude, I just wanted to borrow your portal!"
"Not my problem," Sakael replied, "Take him to the Black Room."
"Woah, what!?" Jay shouted, "Fuck you, dude!"
"No, thanks," Sakael replied.
The two guards lifted Jay up and dragged him to a doorway near the thrones. Inside, there was a dark hallway with several steps leading down. He was dragged screaming down the steps into the hall. The hall itself was lined with several doors on both sides of the hall. Jay was dragged past the doors for what seemed like hours.
He couldn't fight back. It felt as if his abilities were being suppressed. Probably some sort of defense. It made sense, after all. You couldn't have the dead rebelling in Hell. Even if Jay wasn't dead, he was in Hell. Unfortunately.
After what must have been at least an hour, they stopped at a large, black door. One of the guards opened it to reveal a staircase leading up. From inside, Jay could hear screaming. He knew what was about to happen. He wasn't going to be killed.
Sure, his powers couldn't work, but his sword could.
He reached down and pulled out his sword, to the guards' surprise. Jay just smiled.
"You idiots should have removed my weapon... I don't want to stab you, yo, but I'm NOT going in any Black Room."
The guards drew their swords.
"Dammit!" Jay yelled, "Why can't we all just get along!?"
He swung his sword eloquently, not at the guards, but at their weapons, flinging their swords out of their hands. The guards look frightened. Jay just sighed. He didn't want to kill anyone if it wasn't absolutely necessary. It was not, in this case.
"Take me to the portal to Plex. Now," Jay demanded.
"Right this way," one of the frightened guards replied.
They led him to another door, about five minutes away. When they opened it, Jay could see sunlight shining down into the dark corridor. It seemed like wherever this door led to, it wasn't hell. It was somewhere more... Alive than that. Somewhere sunny.
"Alright. You two, come with me," Jay demanded.
The three started up the staircase, and came up...
In the middle of a city street.
"What the fuck?" Jay echoed, surprised. "Not what I expected at all. I thought you guys were taking me to the portal to Plex."
"We did," one guard replied, pointing into the sky.
Jay looked up into the sky, and he saw it. It was a rip of darkness which seemed to span for miles. Inside, he only saw black. He could hear rumbling from within it. He could feel the negative energy flowing. Yeah, this was it.
"Oh. Well.. Thank you," Jay replied, "Good luck with your guarding and all."
Jay could feel his powers flowing back into him. He had been here just earlier today. It had been one of the locations of the cores. The city itself was massive in size, a floating island in the air above an ocean of water. It had been constructed millions of years ago by the embodiments... Their grand city, where they lived.
From what he had been told today, it was also the location of part of the battle between C2323 and Hikaru, after they destroyed Mortality's Planes, which had been built over it. It was interesting that Jay was going to Plex through a portal above the city built by the embodiments who Plex wanted so badly to kill. Kind of fitting, really.
"Freeze," a voice commanded, making the three turn around. Sakael stood next to them, an amused look on his face. "You two have failed your purpose."
A red ball of energy appeared in his hands, and he tossed it at the two guards. Before they even had time to react, it exploded next to them, and the two fell to the ground. Dead. Almost instantly.
"You didn't have to kill them!" Jay shouted, "What kind of a cruel bastard are you!?"
"The badass kind," Sakael replied, another ball of red energy appearing in his hands.
"Dude, don't make me do this," Jay pleaded.
Sakael chucked the ball at Jay. Dammit. Jay began to literally slow time around him, and then he started to slow time around the ball. He was reverting it back to its original state...Just bits and pieces of harmless magic, an unconstructed spell. Painless.
The base magic was still under Sakael's control, though. It separated in fifty different directions. Jay picked up his sword and began to make the first move, coming in towards Sakael. Sakael sidestepped his swing before jumping into the air, high up, and landing on a nearby building.
"I never knew hell was ruled by such a coward," Jay shouted.
That's when he heard humming.
The base magic was coming back, but it was different now. Spikes of red energy were coming at him from all different directions. Jay disappeared with a flash, reappearing atop of the same building as Sakael.
"Let's fight like real men, hm?" Jay said, "You ARE a man, right?"
"Big words from a Templar," Sakael replied, "Get ready to die."
"Right back atcha."
A sword made out of plasma appeared in Sakael's hand, and he got ready to swing it. Jay got ready to attack with his sword as well. As they approached each other, they could see the intent to kill in each other's eyes. It was painfully obvious that the victor of this fight would be whoever didn't die.
Their swords met with a clang in the middle of the building, and then another clang. Strike after strike, their swords deflected each other. Sakael's sword would try to melt Jay's, and Jay's would try to reverse Sakael's. The result was quite the standstill of a fight.
"What do you have against me destroying Plex!?" Jay shouted, swinging his sword in towards Sakael, who deflected the strike.
"Everything!" Sakael shouted back, "Plex is mine!"
"You're fucking crazy, dude!" Jay shouted, "You can't control Plex!"
"Watch me try," Sakael replied, bringing his sword up to Jay's head.
Jay was caught. Sakael's sword was pointing right at his throat. One wrong move and he was dead. He looked behind him. He was at the ledge of the building. One way or another, this was going to be bad.
"Yo, demon dude," Jay said, "Any last words?"
"What?" Sakael replied.
"I would have picked some better last words."
With a flash of light, Jay and Sakael suddenly switched places. Jay did not stab Sakael, though. He really did not want to kill this guy. It just wasn't in him. He wanted to avoid unnecessary bloodshed.
But then, when Sakael saw that he was going to show mercy, he reached for his sword. Jay sighed. This guy was still going to fight. There was only one option. Jay HAD to get to Plex or not just one would die. Millions would.
Jay's sword plunged into Sakael, and with a bloody cough, he looked at Jay with hateful eyes.
"I'm free," he muttered as he fell backwards, down several feet to his death.
Jay closed his eyes for a minute, to regain his composure. He had to keep going. The others were waiting for him. He had a mission to complete, and couldn't allow himself to be distracted. He pushed Sakael out of his head, took a deep breath, and leaped into the air, flying towards the rip in the sky.
As he got closer and closer to the rip, he could feel it radiating dark energy. He could feel the hate, the sin, the pain, the death. Everything. It made him rather sick. Here he was, about to fly into the facilitator of all of that.
...But he had no choice.
With a deep breath, he flew straight into the rip. Straight into Plex.
Straight into Plex.Water surging. Wind, fierce as hell. The streets of the city were being flooded. Time itself seemed to be caving in. Damnit, damnit, damnit. Why was this happening to him!? What was going on!?
Jay was here... He was home.
He was in a Templar building on his homeworld, from before he had been imprisoned. However; he could not hear the usual buzz of the city. He could feel it in his heart... He was alone here. The others were still gone.
Flooding. Glass breaking.
He found himself running down a hallway, trying to escape the hurricane. His powers wouldn't work. Why wouldn't they work!? He was so... Touchable. He felt like an ant in a giant's house. He felt doomed.
"Think, Jay," he muttered to himself, "This place is gone. You're not really here. You're in Plex. Think."
It didn't help him any. Glass was still breaking. Rain was still falling. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know where to run.
...So he did the one thing that seemed logical to him.
He stabbed himself, in his hand... And then, he woke up.
The ground was muddy. He could feel the mud on his skin. His hand wasn't bleeding. Why wasn't his hand bleeding? Had that just been a dream? If so, where was he now?
...He knew the answer to that.
He was in Plex. It was the only explanation for the dark energy that was surging all around him. It still felt like he was in a hurricane, but there was no water. There was no wind. Only darkness. That darkness was surrounding him...
Attacking him.
He grabbed his sword and jumped to his feet. He'd be damned if he was going to let Plex kill him laying down. He couldn't see anything, but he could feel the mud under his feet. The darkness was surrounding him. It was trying to change who he was.
"Yo, Plex, get your ass up here and fight like a man," Jay muttered, walking through the darkness. He had no idea where he was going, and felt weird walking without being able to see anything. He just hoped he didn't run into an-
THUD.
"Ouch!" another voice yelled out.
"Hello?" Jay asked, rubbing his head, "Who's there?"
"Is that you... Templar? Jay?"
"Orhpeus!? FUCK YOU DUDE, LET'S DO THIS SHIT."
"No! Wait!" Orpheus replied, "I don't want to fight you."
"Oh. Why the fuck did you attack us later?"
"I.. I was under his control. I'm sorry."
"Oh, well, it's cool. Just don't do it again, man," Jay replied.
"Oh... What are you doing here?"
"Wanted to have a picnic," Jay replied.
"With Plex on the side?"
"You know it, bro."
"I want to help," Orpheus replied.
"I need to get to the core of Plex," Jay replied, "Can you make that happen."
"No," Orpheus replied.
"Then you can't help me."
"Wait! I mean, you can't go. You'll never survive in the core. It's impossible. You'd be ripped to shreds."
"And you?"
"I can survive," Orpheus replied, "Plex is part of me."
"And why should I trust you?" Jay replied, "No offense, but you did kind of attack me earlier today."
"I know," Orpheus replied, "But... You have to trust me."
"Okay... And if I do trust you... What's to stop you from turning all evil again?"
"I won't lie," Orpheus replied, "There's a chance that could happen... But I think that's a risk we'll have to take."
"Okay... Fine. But if this goes bad, I will track you down. I swear."
"Got it," Orpheus replied.
"Here."
Jay handed Orpheus the messenger bag, but not before taking one of the five cores, a little, round orb, out of the bag. The fifth core. As he understood it, when the four cores would be unleashed together in the core, the power of the Outerverse would transfer to the fifth core. It would transfer to Jay.
He would use that power to kill Plex.
But he couldn't do it alone, and he knew that. Killing Plex would take an army. Luckily, he had one of those. He just hoped they were ready. They'd have to be for this to go as planned. If they weren't, this would fail. Utterly.
"Alright, wish me luck," Orpheus pleaded.
"Good luck, yo," Jay replied.
And with that said, Orpheus was off. Jay just hoped he didn't make a horrible mistake. If he did, then this all would have failed because of him. That wouldn't look good on a job resume. Oh, hey, I gave the only weapon we have against Plex to the enemy.
Orpheus, though, had no intention of betraying Jay's trust. He had to get to the core. He just hoped he could get there in time. Plex was getting stronger. Orpheus wouldn't remain out of his site for long. Eventually, Plex would notice him.
The core of Plex could only be accessed in the Black Storm, a giant ball of swirling negative energy that sat at the center of Plex itself. Going through it almost certainly meant death. If you survived, though, you'd be taken to the core. There, you WOULD die.
Orpheus reached the Black Storm rather quickly. He could feel the wind being given off by the storm itself. He knew that there was only a small chance that he would survive this. Still, he had to try it. It was the only way.
It was something surreal, the sight of it. A dark cloud, swirling around and around in a little ball. It didn't stop. It just kept going. That was the very core of Plex's power, and though it looked serene, it powered everything here.
"This is the reason I'm here," Orpheus stated, getting a closer look.
He had been here only once before, at the Black Storm, when he was a child, growing up here. He remembered it all too clearly. It frightened him then. Frankly, it still did. Now, though, he had a reason to be here.
But he remembered hearing a voice when he saw the Black Storm the first time. It asked him...
"Why are you here?"
Now, he was answering the voice.
He approached the swirling cloud of black smoke slowly... He didn't know how this was supposed to work. It was... So real. So clear, right there in front of him. It was unlike anything else out there.
He reached his hand up to it and touched it. When he did, the black smoke lashed out at him, grabbing hand. He tried to pull it loose, but he could not. It kept grabbing. More and more of him, it grabbed, and he struggled against it. He couldn't stop it.
It pulled him, and he could feel the black smoke pressing down on him. It was forcing him down, to the ground. No. Lower. He felt himself free falling, as if he had just fallen down a giant hole. The smoke didn't leave him. It was still around him.
And then, with a violent thud, he hit the ground.
He felt as if every bone in his body was broken. Damn. How far down had he fallen? Was he here, at the core? What... what was this place?
He opened his eyes and looked around weakly. He was in... Some sort of throne room. In the center of the room, he saw it. It was the darkest thing he had ever seen, as if all the happiness in the world had been swallowed up by it. But what... Was it?
It was Plex.
There he sat, a content smirk on his face, in his throne made out of... flesh. Orpheus wanted to throw up right then and there. He wore a dark suit, his hair was long.... And when Orpheus saw him, memories flashed into his head. He had never seen this man before, but he still had memories of him. He was... Apart of Orpheus.
"So, you're finally here," he said, his voice carrying so much hatred and sin and darkness.
"Wh...What are you!?" Orpheus demanded.
"I'm you," he replied.
"No," Orpheus said, "No, you're not."
"Oh, come on, you know it's true."
He stood up, a wicked grin on his face as he started walking towards Orpheus.
"Stay away!" Orpheus shouted.
"What's wrong?" Plex replied, "Scared?"
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Orpheus shouted.
"Go on. Kill me," Plex replied, grinning ear to ear, "Save the day. Be a hero."
"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU SICK BASTARD!" Orpheus shouted, "GET AWAY!"
"You don't have it in you. You're a
failure."
"STOP! FUCK YOU! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"
Orpheus tried desperately to move his broken body, to grab the four orbs from his messenger bag... If only he could reach it. If only -
Plex's foot crashed upon his already broken hand, and he cried out in pain. Plex just rubbed his foot into the broken bones, listening with pleasure as they crunched.
"GET... AWAY FROM ME!"
"Goodbye, Orpheus," Plex replied casually, "Thank's for the laugh."
And then, he felt it. Pain like he had never felt before. Something sharp carved into his back, forcing its way into his skin. Tears rolled down his cheek as he cried out in pain... And then, he bit Plex in the leg.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Plex shouted, kicking Orpheus in the rib. He coughed up a little blood.
This was it. He could feel that this was his death. He knew he wasn't going to survive this, but he knew that he had to finish the job. He weakly reached into his bag and pulled out the four cores, laying them down before Plex.
"What... what the hell are those?" Plex demanded.
"If I'm gonna die, Plex," Orpheus muttered, "I'm taking you down with me."
Plex picked up his blade in a fury and slammed it into Orpheus' body... A smile came across his face, and he closed his eyes. He was about to die, yes, and in Plex at that, the place he had spent half his life trying to escape. That was okay, though. His death would mean something, and that was all he wanted.
"Finally," Orpheus muttered.
And with that, the life left his body and he passed away...
But the four cores? They were glowing a golden aura, shining through the darkness. Plex had no idea what was happening. The light just kept glowing, and getting bigger... Plex could feel it. It was like the light was his personal enemy, and he dropped to his knees, screaming in pain.
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?"
He clutched his side, his eyes locked upon the dead body of Orpheus before him. He had to get away from here... He had to -
The light seemed to escape the room, flowing out of it, up towards the surface. Plex slowly regained his composure, but he knew this wasn't the end of this. He had to be prepared to face that light again. Something had to change. Something had to get stronger.
"Deren. Come out."
A negi stepped out from the shadows of the throne. His face was covered with some sort of scarf, and it was pure black, but his hair, skin, and clothes were as white as a ghost. He looked at Plex curiously, but did not dare speak. He bowed before Plex, awaiting his orders.
"This one did not come here alone. Find out who's with him."
The negi nodded his head, and the shadows enveloped him as he vanished from the throne room. Plex stood up, took his blade from Orpheus's body, and walked across the throne room where he took a seat. This was... Unsettling. He knew that Orpheus was not alone... But how many others were there?
On the surface, Deren walked across the muddy, dark hills of Plex, searching... He could see, in the distance, the light that he had seen earlier in the throne room. Whatever it was, it had been powerful. He had felt it's burn. He could only imagine how Master Plex felt.
As he approached it, he could see the outline of a person laying on the ground, bathing in the light.
"Zekos," he said, almost as if he were uttering a command.
A sword of a bronze-colored fire appeared in his hands, and he clutched it dearly in case he'd need it. He kept walking, examining what was before him. Who was this figure? What intention did it have? Why was it not moving?
"You there," he called out, "Tell me. What is your name!?"
No response.
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME!?"
Still no response. He pulled his sword back and threw it towards the figure. The moment it got near the radius of the light, it was taken by a gust of wind and absorbed by the light itself, leading Deren perplexed.
"Zekos!" he commanded.
No response.
"ZEKOS!"
Still, his sword did not return to him. He angrily outstretched his hand, and a ball of darkness began to swirl within it. He didn't like this light thing. It was time to take care of it. Master Plex would be pleased.
Just as he was about to toss his ball of darkness, portals began to open all over, all around him. Through the portals, soldiers marched in, screaming a battlecry. Deren didn't know what to say. People were actually trying to invade Plex?
He jumped up into the air, taking flight, and hovered somewhere in the sky, just a few feet up. His ball of energy started to expand, and as soldiers marched in, surveying their battlefield, he tossed the ball into the crowd, resulting in a huge explosion. The soldiers caught sight of him and all began to fire energy blasts of various types and assortments at him, all externalizing magic to use for their fight... Their energy attacks just wrapped around him, furthering powering him. They obviously didn't have much experience with negi, especially not negi in Plex.
"Yerakin," Deren whispered, "Siviki."
Deren appeared amidst the soldiers in an instant, and before they could even react, Deren wiped the surprised expressions off their faces as a ball of dark energy appeared in his hand, and he collided it into the ground, resulting in another explosion. Soldiers nearby who were not wiped out from the second explosion all charged at Deren, but he created a third ball of dark energy and threw it directly into the ground below him as he jumped into the air, again flying up as the soldiers met another explosion.
On the ground, one soldier stepped forward, looking around at the others who were starting to loose hope.
"Everyone, split up. I've got this one. Complete the mission. Go."
Everyone split apart as the soldier who said he could handle himself looked up into the sky at Deren. Deren was looking back down at him, amused.
"What is your name!?" Deren called out.
"Fiske Tyris, at your service," Fiske replied, "I've been under your boy Anarchy's control for the better part of a year, but I'm good now, and ready to go."
"Interesting that you should say that," Deren replied, "Because up until recently, I... Or rather, my counterpart, has been under Anarchy's control too. That's my dad for you."
"Heh, so you're Chaos' negi? I guess, in some ways, then, I'm about to fight my own grandpa. How weird."
Corege, Fiske's lightning sword, appeared in his hand, and he jumped up into the air, also taking flight. As he ascended quickly towards Deren, Deren threw his Plexan Fire sword down towards Fiske, who held Corege up in response. The lightning of Corege bonded onto the Plexan Fire and shot back towards Deren.
Deren dodged the lightning strike and smiled as he appeared behind Fiske, throwing his sword into the Tyris son. Fiske jumped back, just barely dodging the sword, and pushed his own sword towards Deren, who also jumped back.
"Very talented," Deren said aloud, "Who taught you swordplay? Your father or your mother?"
"Mom did," Fiske replied, "Dad wasn't exactly around much, but that's okay. He had to be out fighting people like you."
"Funny," Deren replied, emotionless. "How many of you are coming?"
"All of us," Fiske replied, tossing Corege up in the air towards Deren. It was surging with lightning by now, and the negative energy from all around was binding to it. Whatever it was about to do, it would be big. Deren didn't want to stick around to see it happen. He held up his hand, and the shadows surrounded him, taking him away.
"Figures," Fiske stated, his sword returning to him, "Bunch of cowards around here."
"Where is Plex?" a voice spoke up from the ground.
Fiske flew back down to see Jay, completely surrounded by a golden aura, a very serious look on his face.
"I'm not sure," Fiske replied, "I think I can feel a lot of power coming from that way though. We should check it out."
"Right."
Together, they made their way towards the Black Storm to see what awaited them there...
"Jay," K2323 greeted his friend as Jay and Fiske walked up to the group, "You're... Different."
"Let's do this," Jay replied, not acting entirely himself.
"Right," K2323 replied.
"Plex is inside that swirling ball?" UnStellar asked, joining them.
"One way to find out," K2323 replied.
K2323 walked to the front of the massive army that had gathered. Before him were friends, family, and even total strangers. They all gathered to go up against Plex. It was time. This was it.
"Go," Jay said.
Another battlecry, and they all charged forward, into the Black Storm, leaving Jay behind.
"This is it, my friends," Jay muttered to himself, "This is the final battle."
The throne room of Plex was flooded with soldiers. They charged against Plex, all yelling battlecries. He raised his eyebrow as they charged towards him, not moving from his place on his throne. One by one, they rammed into an invisible barrier and fell to the ground.
From somewhere in the crowd, K2323 looked over to UnStellar, Keith, and Inari.
"You three. We have to take out that barrier. I need you all to concentrate on expanding the barrier out, like you're stretching a piece of rubber. Do it now. Go!"
As those three set out to work, K2323 concentrated on breaking through it. He'd done this once or twice before, but the most memorial of times was when he broke through a Saraton Energy barrier, a highly secured barrier. This was a little bit different, of course. Still, it had to be done.
With a great cry, K2323 ran into the barrier, breaking right through it. The army poured in behind him. One after another, they all striked Plex. They all attacked him. He had caused them so much suffering, so much misery. This was their retaliation.
"No fun," Plex muttered amongst the crowd, vanishing.
On the surface, Jay had been getting ready to come in and finish things, but to his surprise, Plex appeared right before him, ascending out of the Black Storm. Jay glanced up at him, and when Plex saw him, he dropped to his knees.
"That... That energy," he muttered, "It's... The same as before."
By now, the energy had taken control of Jay. He was no longer himself. He was an avatar for the Outerverse itself, a body and a mind for the energy to act through. His eyes were now a golden hue, and they stared upon Plex intently. There was no more escaping this.
"Plex," Jay muttered, "We finally meet."
Jay walked over to Plex slowly. As he got nearer, Plex's body began to shake violently. What was this!? What was happening to him!? He felt like every inch of his body was being burned alive!
"WHO ARE YOU!?" Plex called out.
"I'm the light," Jay replied, picking Plex up and throwing him into the air. Plex's body flew up for what must have been a mile, and Jay followed him, flying up into the sky as he unsheathed his sword. This bastard was going down.
In the dark skies of Plex, the darkness and the light collided as Jay and Plex charged at each other, their swords colliding. Everytime their swords collided, all of Plex seemed to shake violently. It was as if the night sky itself was exploding violently. This was a true battle.
Jay WAS the light now, he represented the Outerverse itself. The energy was surging though him, using him as a proxy. He was not just a Templar. He was not just a man. He had truly become a
Warrior Of The Light."Garakine," Plex shouted. All around Jay, the sky literally opened, and shadows reached out to grab Jay. Whenever they got near him, they seemed to burn to a crisp. Jay, too, though, seemed to get a little weaker every time. This battle was going to drain him.
Jay swung his sword in towards Plex. Plex tried to dodge, but Jay slowed time for him, and it pierced into Plex's skin. He started screaming as the positive energy surged into him. It seemed as if the night sky they were fighting in got a little brighter.
Plex grabbed hold of Jay's sword and ripped it out of his skin, cursing. His black blood was crawling down Jay's sword, trying to destroy it, but the light was evaporating the black blood. The result was a gray smoke which was coming off of Jay's sword.
He wouldn't be able to do this for much longer. He had to prepare himself. He had to gather up energy for the final strike. He glanced down to the ground and saw Rekyjavik, Lucas, Hikari, Chal, and Sara on the ground, the first five up from the Black Storm.
"YOU FIVE!" Jay shouted, flying down towards them, "I need you to hold him off for me."
"You mean fight him?" Hikari asked, astonished, "I never use my powers to fight. Lord Eli would sa-"
"I think Lord Eli would have made an exception in this case, kid. Fight. Now."
The five took flight as Jay began concentrating on mustering all the energy he could gather from nearby. It was going to take a lot to make this happen, even in his current state. Plex was ancient. And incredibly strong. But then, so was Jay.
The five began their assault. Reyky could distract Plex long enough for the rest to sneak up from behind. With Naralia's gun, he stared firing on Plex, who began to sweep down towards him, an angry look on his face. Just as he was about to sweep in to clobber Reyky, Sara jumped in front of him, an energy pistol in her hand, shocking Plex.
"So, you'd die for this one?"
Sara did not respond.
"Very well."
Plex swept in towards Sara, who turned and started... Running? Plex didn't know what to think. He disappeared, reappearing in front of her, and when he did, she smiled wide.
"What's so funny!?" he demanded as she backed away from him.
"Look down," she replied.
Plex was in a spell circle now, being maintained by Chal and Lucas. He couldn't move. He was, quite literally, glued in place to the ground. With him now trapped, Hikari appeared, her dagger her hand, walking up to him.
"Lord Eli, please forgive me," she whispered to herself before walking up to Plex and stabbing him with it.
He screamed as his black blood poured onto the dagger, trying to corrupt the celestial object. Before he had the chance, Hikari pulled it away from him. Plex's blood dripped onto the ground, which absorbed it. As soon as his blood hit the ground, the ground started to tear the spell circle apart.
"Uh... Mister Jay!" Chal shouted out, "Are you about ready there!?"
"One more minute," Jay replied, "I'm almost ready."
"Well, uh... You better hope that minute goes by fast! We gotta get outta here, guys!"
The five started running. They had to get to a safe distance. Whatever Jay was about to do wouldn't be good for anyone. It was going to be big and powerful. They didn't want to be around to get caught in the crossfire.
As the spell circle around Plex diminished, he angrily picked up his sword and started running towards Jay, intent on completely destroying him now. Jay saw him coming. Dammit. Out of time. He just hoped the energy he had would be enough. If not, he'd just blown their only shot.
He began to push all the energy within him towards Plex, literally trying to reverse the flow of time within the spirit, to rewind him to nothingness. Plex dropped to the ground as the light began to flood into him. The intense pain was returning, but now, it was stronger. So much stronger.
What had happened to this light!? Why was it so much stronger now!?
Plex mustered all his energy as well, ready for one final blow against the light. As light poured towards him, darkness poured from him. They met somewhere in the middle, blasts of fire which surely rocked the entire dimensional plane as the very forces of light and darkness were at war.
The end. It was here, one way or another.
So, who was going to meet it?
As the light pushed against the darkness, so too did the darkness push against the light. Jay felt as if he were not going to have the strength. How could he possibly win against this thing? It was... Just too strong.
And then, from somewhere behind him, he heard the voices of his friends.
"You can do it, Jay! Come on, Jay! We believe in you!"
...And that was enough for him.
The light from within him was more than just the power of being a Templar, or the power of the Outerverse. What really made him a warrior of this light, an avatar of the power he now represented? What really gave him this strength? Was it power, or the will to believe?
And then, there was an explosion, somewhere in between them. Did it mean that Jay had just won, or did it mean that Plex had just won? Nobody could be certain, but the light and darkness stopped their battle. Jay hit the ground with a thud, and so did Plex.
...They were both still alive, but very weak. Their swords were firm in the ground, somewhere between them both. They both saw their swords, and began to weakly move towards them. This was it. This was the end.
They both got to their swords at the same time, grabbed them, and tried to swing into the other, resulting in a clash. They both separated, taking their stances, respectively, on opposite sides of this, Plex, their final battlefield. They both raised their swords into the air. Around Jay, the light surged. Around Plex, the darkness surged.
"This is it," Jay announced, looking over to his friends, who were watching nearby. "All of you, I can't fight this alone. Help me... Help me carry the light."
They stepped forward, joining their friend, placing their hands together atop of the hilt of his sword. The light began to shine around each of them. So many were present, nearly thirty, all of whom had fought for hours. It was time that they ended this. It was time that they ended Plex, something their kind had created.
The light from Jay's sword surged into the air and began to expand like the radius of a bomb, stretching out as Jay's friends joined him. The darkness from Plex's sword also started to spread out. The light and the darkness took their respective sides over all of Plex, until soon, half of it was dark, and half was light.
And in the center, right at the Black Storm, the two sides collided. They collided with such intensity that even death itself was refused. It collided in a way that would change everything. There was no turning back now. This. Was. The. End.
"DIE, YOU BASTARDS!" Plex shouted out as the light and darkness respectively blinded both sides.
And then, all the noise, all the fighting, it was overshadowed by the noise of the light and darkness colliding, the noise of them refusing to give in, the noise of them meeting with such a fierce echo. The light just kept growing. It kept growing, taking the darkness by storm.
The very walls of Plex were shaking, and seemed as if they could come down any minute. The light was breaking through the darkness, destroying it. Time itself was rewinding for Plex. Everything that was happening was what fate had intended all along... It wasn't what most had expected would be the final battle for Plex, but it was fitting none the less.
It became unbearable, the light so great, that those around Jay blacked out. Jay, however, was still the avatar for the Outerverse, this warrior of the light. He started walking forward, nearly stumbling along his way. He couldn't see where he was going. The light was strong, and it was guiding him. It was guiding him towards Plex.
He could feel Plex before him, and he stopped. Plex had been submerged in the light. He knew this much was true. He had to end this. Now. Finally, Plex had reached the end of the line.
"Plex. This is it. You've killed so many people, destroyed so much hope. For what you have done, you will never again live. You will never again know what it is to be alive. It is justice. The ones who you have killed will never again live either. But us? We will. We will live on long after you are dead, Plex. Know this, you have failed. Your darkness ends now. I... Can not... Be defeated by you, Plex. Never. Because your darkness? It can't touch the light. You represent darkness, destruction, corruption, sin. I represent light."
Jay held his sword high up into the air, the temporal energies that had filled Plex being channeled into it. The end was here. The end was now. Plex was going to be destroyed. This moment, right here, made Jay feel... Truly alive.
And with a breath, he brought his sword down, into Plex, and the moment he did, the light exploded with an incredible blast...
When the light cleared, Jay saw himself floating. Where he was, he had no idea, but he was surrounded entirely by whiteness, nothing else, and he was floating in this white. Then, he heard the laughter of a child. He turned around to see where the laughing was coming from.
In the distance of the white void, he could see it... A memory, he knew, from a time long ago. It was of... Of Plex, as a young boy in the Dimensional Guardian HQ. All his classmates were playing together in an auditorium, laughing and having a good time. No one seemed to notice Plex, the young boy who was crying in a corner... Always left out, always picked on because he was different.
Jay couldn't help but feel sorry for the kid, even if he did just try to end everything in a dark, evil doom. He only wanted to be accepted, but he was never accepted. He was bullied. He was abused. He was used and made into a weapon.
...And it was sick.
And then, from behind Jay, he heard more laughter as the memory from Plex faded. He turned back around to see a much different picture... It was HIMSELF as a boy, laughing, skipping rocks on a river, and admiring the birds. It was himself as a child, being happy. Being loved.
This was the difference between the darkness and the light. This was the difference, and Jay knew that it was horrible. It made him want to do something... It made him want to help people. It made him want to do the right thing.
As his own memory faded, he could hear the voices of his new friends, the ones who he had fought with today. They were laughing, as if they were in a celebration... And then, he could hear an ocean. Where was it all coming from? He wanted to join the party, to be apart of the fun.
He saw a new picture now, somewhere in the distance of the white, but he knew it wasn't a memory. It was himself, in a bed in K2323's house on Shore. Next to him, at his bedside, he recognized Nek and Inari, two of his closest friends so far. They were laughing with each other.
Jay began to swim through the whiteness, towards the distant picture. He had to wake up... He WANTED to wake up. He wanted to be with them all, in the light... It was right then and there as he reached the picture, crossing through it, that a thought crossed his mind.
It's over.And then, he awakened. He was, indeed, on Shore. He could hear the crash of the waves outside, feel the gentle warmth of the sunlight, smell the ocean air. He turned his head to his bedside, his eyes opening, and he saw Inari and Nek there. They didn't notice that he was awake.
"So, that's when she told me that I had to actually CRAWL through the mud."
Nek smiled, acknowledging the girl's story idly. He wasn't really paying much attention, but then, with someone like Inari, it was hard to hone in on all of what she was saying. She was, after all, a-
"JAY!" she shouted, "YOU'RE AWWWWWAKKE! Oh, I was so scared that you were going to die or something!"
Jay smiled, propping himself up in the bed. Nek turned to face him, bowing his head to the Templar.
"You did it, huh? You really defeated Plex."
"Guess I did," Jay replied, "Let me tell you, that guy has some horrible breath."
"I thought we heard something up here," K2323 said, poking his head through the door into the room.
"Hey," Jay replied, smiling.
"Hey yourself," Inari replied, "You scared us!"
K2323 walked into the room, a beautiful girl at his side, who he was hand-in-hand with. Either K2323 was quite the player, or this was someone he knew very closely. Behind him, his two sons, one of whom Jay had already met, stepped forward shyly.
UnStellar followed them all, entering the room and politely greeting Jay. Hiro and Sara followed after that, as did Hikari.
"It's done," UnStellar said happily, almost as if he needed confirmation.
"We won," Jay replied, also smiling.
"I think we shouldn't get too excited," K2323 replied, "If what Anarchy told us is true, there's something else out there... Something even worse than Plex."
"Yeah, well, I don't too much stock in that," Jay announced, "None of you should. There's always going to be threats of something worse, but until I see it with my own eyes, I'm not worried. Besides, we won this battle. We can win anything."
"Come on!" Hiro announced, "Join the rest of us!"
"Rest of you?" Jay asked, "Who's all here?"
"Everyone," Nek said, smiling, "We've been celebrating for hours."
"I love parties. Do you have any scotch?" Jay replied, earning the laughter of most everyone in the room.
That laughter was victory. It meant they had won over Plex. As they celebrated in K2323's house on Shore, they did not care about the darkness that remained. Today, they had defeated Plex. Wasn't that good enough?
Yes, it was over. Destiny, fate, or whatever force of nature existed out there had made it so. The light had prevailed, and it was, indeed, over. But then, had it really ever began?
Had it really ever been something so strong that they could not win?
It would always be so that new threats arose, but these who had fought Plex today were something stronger than most. It was not because of years of training or secret, ancient powers. It was because of their friendship. It was because of their will to survive.
Really... Plex never even stood a chance.
Season 4 Finale:Fin
They do not know the mistake they have made.They do not know the pain they have caused.
They do not know that I await, even after the death of my creation.But I am here.
And soon enough, I will show them my power.
Soon enough, I shall show them all.
It is the dawn of a new day...
And the dawn...
Of a new power.
