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[oom] Day 260
“Here you go, you’ve got your medals, I’ve got my titans, everyone’s happy, eh?” Hades says as they land back in Thebes.
Eden holds the medals up to the light, hopping out of the chariot. “Everyone’s something, at least,” he says. “So what, you going to go on a rampage, topple the other gods, something like that?”
The dry chuckle Hades gives is somehow both self-satisfied and distinctly unamused, as he lifts his shoulders into an exaggerated shrug. “Something like that. Some long overdue payback, a little righting of wrongs, you know the drill.”
“I do!” Eden chirps, pulling a card from his belt.
In a flicker of light, his keyblade snaps into his hand, as he sweeps the card across the filigree of its blade, past the stained glass teeth. Hades barely has time to yell before vines burst from the ground, moving to entangle the titans.
Three of them are brought down almost instantly, lashed to the ground, but the vines pass straight through the strange tornado-like titan, and burn up on contact with the magma titan, the two of them giving bellows of sheer fury at the attempt to bind them.
As the vines swing around to bind Hades, he lets loose a blast of flame, incinerating them. “Not half as dumb as you look, kid,” he says, almost approvingly. With a sharp growl, he gestures at the two titans still standing. “Well, what are you waiting for?! Kill him.”
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The gate to the Underworld is surprisingly quiet. Almost peaceful.
The Black Chirithy materialises in front of it in a puff of violet smoke, one paw lifted up towards the great stone edifice, scraping across it just very, very gently.
“Titans roaming free,” he murmurs. “But this could still get worse. By the will of my master, I command you to open.”
With a low, heavy rumbling of stone and hidden machinery, the gate begins to heave open, belching forth a thick, black miasma, the dark fog rolling outwards without ever dispersing. In its wake, Heartless come streaming out, scattering across Thebes.
“There,” the Black Chirithy says, as a hulking, burning Heartless begins storming out through the open gate. “Now this is a proper apocalypse.”
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A fist of magma crashes through the building Eden’s standing on, and for a second he feels the heat sear his legs, before he darts away to another building, narrowly swinging under one of the wind-funnel arms of the Wind Titan.
He sweeps a card across his keyblade, reconfiguring it into a pair of guns and firing at the Magma Titan. It absorbs the bolts of lights with ease, its liquid body expanding around them before rippling shut.
“Oh, c’mo-o-on!” Hades yells. “What do you care if I cause a little havoc? You’re getting what you want out of this, right? It’s a fair deal!”
Eden darts into the air, just as the Magma Titan’s fist crashes through the spot where he’d been a split second ago.
“Limit -- …”
The Wind Titan’s arm swallows him up, spinning him about before sending him rocketing through a nearby shop, wood and stonework shattering around him. He lands with his back up against another building, feeling wounds across his arms and back beginning to crystallise.
The Magma Titan comes storming in, one dripping arm raised above its head, ready to strike down. Eden flinches away, bracing against the building and preparing for another burst of speed to get away.
“Geoza!”
A flurry of vines, brighter and more vivid than those Eden summoned earlier, blossoming with colourful flowers, burst up and around the Magma Titan. As it starts to burn through them, more vines come worming out of the ground, wrapping around it tighter and tighter, forming ever more layers to keep it in place.
Strelitzia lands delicately next to Eden, her keyblade extended towards the titan, as Clare lands on the other side of him.
“Blizzaga,” Clare calls, flicking her keyblade. A flash of blue, and vines and titan alike are frozen solid. Breathing out through her teeth, she turns towards Eden. “A fine mess you’ve made here.”
“I got the medals we need, at least,” Eden says, offering her a weak smile. “We can, er, we can talk about that later.”
Because right now, the Wind Titan is coming shrieking in, arms raised and eyes glaring a furious red.
Eden holds the medals up to the light, hopping out of the chariot. “Everyone’s something, at least,” he says. “So what, you going to go on a rampage, topple the other gods, something like that?”
The dry chuckle Hades gives is somehow both self-satisfied and distinctly unamused, as he lifts his shoulders into an exaggerated shrug. “Something like that. Some long overdue payback, a little righting of wrongs, you know the drill.”
“I do!” Eden chirps, pulling a card from his belt.
In a flicker of light, his keyblade snaps into his hand, as he sweeps the card across the filigree of its blade, past the stained glass teeth. Hades barely has time to yell before vines burst from the ground, moving to entangle the titans.
Three of them are brought down almost instantly, lashed to the ground, but the vines pass straight through the strange tornado-like titan, and burn up on contact with the magma titan, the two of them giving bellows of sheer fury at the attempt to bind them.
As the vines swing around to bind Hades, he lets loose a blast of flame, incinerating them. “Not half as dumb as you look, kid,” he says, almost approvingly. With a sharp growl, he gestures at the two titans still standing. “Well, what are you waiting for?! Kill him.”
The gate to the Underworld is surprisingly quiet. Almost peaceful.
The Black Chirithy materialises in front of it in a puff of violet smoke, one paw lifted up towards the great stone edifice, scraping across it just very, very gently.
“Titans roaming free,” he murmurs. “But this could still get worse. By the will of my master, I command you to open.”
With a low, heavy rumbling of stone and hidden machinery, the gate begins to heave open, belching forth a thick, black miasma, the dark fog rolling outwards without ever dispersing. In its wake, Heartless come streaming out, scattering across Thebes.
“There,” the Black Chirithy says, as a hulking, burning Heartless begins storming out through the open gate. “Now this is a proper apocalypse.”
A fist of magma crashes through the building Eden’s standing on, and for a second he feels the heat sear his legs, before he darts away to another building, narrowly swinging under one of the wind-funnel arms of the Wind Titan.
He sweeps a card across his keyblade, reconfiguring it into a pair of guns and firing at the Magma Titan. It absorbs the bolts of lights with ease, its liquid body expanding around them before rippling shut.
“Oh, c’mo-o-on!” Hades yells. “What do you care if I cause a little havoc? You’re getting what you want out of this, right? It’s a fair deal!”
Eden darts into the air, just as the Magma Titan’s fist crashes through the spot where he’d been a split second ago.
“Limit -- …”
The Wind Titan’s arm swallows him up, spinning him about before sending him rocketing through a nearby shop, wood and stonework shattering around him. He lands with his back up against another building, feeling wounds across his arms and back beginning to crystallise.
The Magma Titan comes storming in, one dripping arm raised above its head, ready to strike down. Eden flinches away, bracing against the building and preparing for another burst of speed to get away.
“Geoza!”
A flurry of vines, brighter and more vivid than those Eden summoned earlier, blossoming with colourful flowers, burst up and around the Magma Titan. As it starts to burn through them, more vines come worming out of the ground, wrapping around it tighter and tighter, forming ever more layers to keep it in place.
Strelitzia lands delicately next to Eden, her keyblade extended towards the titan, as Clare lands on the other side of him.
“Blizzaga,” Clare calls, flicking her keyblade. A flash of blue, and vines and titan alike are frozen solid. Breathing out through her teeth, she turns towards Eden. “A fine mess you’ve made here.”
“I got the medals we need, at least,” Eden says, offering her a weak smile. “We can, er, we can talk about that later.”
Because right now, the Wind Titan is coming shrieking in, arms raised and eyes glaring a furious red.