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Dissidia

  • Main character — NT
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  1. Dissidia Arcade News

    Is it weird that I'm more excited to beat Shiva's frosty teeth in for being OP than playing as Noct?
  2. Dissidia Alto

    These fools waste time. Barbarus thought to himself, smashing through the hordes of these crystalline foes he’s grown bored of. It was almost depressing how little of a challenge they put up beyond raw numbers. They don’t even bleed, which made it all the worse. No, instead he gets stuck in this desert smashing through the manikin army as it tries to approach that odd volcano he was summoned to. It was all very disappointing to him. “Begone already!” He shouted, crushing his axe into the nearest one. But no, these creatures were unrelenting. Only good part about them, really. The others of his company had already left Barbarus behind to deal with things, only that twink of a knight having hung back further than him. Barbarus was convinced this was meant as an insult to him, specifically. “Is something the matter?” The dumb wizard asked beneath his brown robe. How dare he rely on magic, but still carry himself like a man! “Hardly!” Barbarus replied, continuing to let out anger and frustration on any glass wimp that approached him. “Are you bogged down by these, perhaps?” Stupid question from a stupid wizard. “Shut up!” Barbarus threw one of the axes at the stupid wizard, the chains wrapped along his mighty arms unravelling. But no, that stupid wizard had to pull a vanishing act instead. However, this would simply allow Barbarus to sweep his axe across the heads of so many of these dumb pieces of glass. Beheadings aren’t as fun when it’s just breaking glass, sadly. Barbarus let out a roar of anger as the axe cleaved through so many of those glassy dickwads, finally clearing some space. A simple yank of the chain, and it returned to his hand. “Are you quite done?” The wizard asked. Stupid wizard. “Go away.” Barbarus ordered, walking off again. “Oh, but I come bearing gifts.” Gifts certainly caught Barbarus’ attention. “Its come to my attention that there are hidden pathways across the world that would let us bypass both these Manikins,” what a stupid name, “and those who seek to defend the lone bridge that crosses between the two continents.” “Show.” “As you wish.” An obedient wizard is a tolerable wizard. “Come, it’s just this way.” Thankfully the wizard shut his mouth after that, but the walk was still longer than Barbarus expected. Should he have his horse it would have been simple, but no. This world stole his sweet Rampage away from him. And for what? To force him to march like a conscript? How insulting! This whole world was insulting! Yet, this trip was indeed worth his time. A giant crystal stood in the middle of this desert, with a great tear in it. Big enough to walk through, and showing something was inside even. Even if magic was for the weak, a way to bring himself into the heart of his enemy sounded far more exciting. A wide, crazed grin would be clearly visible on Barbarus’ face as he charged the crystal. “Hold!” The wizard called forth, only to be ignored. This is no time to stop! This is time to attack! Hit them fast and early! However, perhaps Barbarus should have listened. Upon entering the crystal, he was blinded by a strange, magical light. Before Barbarus could understood what was going on, he found himself in some strange snowfield. Snow was not a favorite of his, especially due to wearing very little clothing. “Who… are you?” A girl asked, catching Barbarus’ attention. Indeed, he looked up to see some child standing over him with some strange dress. “Barbarus.” He answered, getting up. This cold best go away on its own. “Barbarus, huh? You, uh, fell out of that crystal.” She pointed out, looking up past him. There was another of those crystals there, standing proudly. So the dumb wizard was right, this was a convenient way to get around. “What… happened?” The naive child asked. Truly this would be exciting. “Crystal sent Barbarus here. Barbarus came to seek out enemies.” He announced, with the girl initially confused. However, it clicked what he meant when he quickly got up and slammed his axe into her, causing the foolish child to go falling into the snow. That cry of pain was truly a pleasant ring, now. How disgusting that such things, things he would normally treat as common place, were now a delicacy. “Glacium!” She called out, with the snow forming together to make a beast made from ice. “Your power is strong here! Please, make the most of this fact!” Indeed, ice shot up around Barbarus. Ice that was so easily cleaved by his axes! Snow did not bother him, he could simply shrug such things off! This creature was pathetic and worthless! Barbarus threw his axe at hit, only to see it pass through the creature like his foe was a mere illusion. “Stupid witch!” Barbarus called out, realizing the best way to face such things was to go directly for the summoner. A yank of the chain and the axe would go flying off towards the witch instead, however something else appeared. “Fulman!” She called out, electricity forming the shape of a legless man and sending its mighty current down the chains. This was no bother, however. The electricity gave Barbarus strength! It stimulated him! Finally! A challenge! “Ignis!” She called out, this time a beast of flame - a proper efreet - would be called forth. Its flaming hand jet forth, engulfing Barbarus as he tried to hack into it. This creature, too, seemed to not exist compared to his mighty blows. That just means he only needed to go for the witch. Barbarus threw his other axe towards the summoner as well, its chain unravelling like its brother’s had before, as the lightning beast caught that as well. This pleased Barbarus. He jumped forward, pulling both of the chains to launch himself straight towards the witch. A wall of ice came up to block him, but Barbarus merely shattered it with his iron skull. Flames and electricity bothers him not, but the ice was getting more and more irritating as he continued to stand around in this icy hell! Just as he thought this witch was vulnerable, however, Barbarus was met with an unfriendly surprise. Those three spirits came together and knocked him away with a combined force of their fists. Barbarus would recover quickly from such a cowardly attack, however. However, his chains came loose from this. Gathering his axes would be what they’d expect of him, too. It’s a trap worth diving head first into! Barbarus made out into a run, grabbing one chain and wrapping it back around his arm. A wall of ice came up, and he yanked onto the chain. His axe, now stuck in the wall, would be his tool to turn those spirits against their master. He dashed away from the wall, darting past pillars of flame as they appeared and allowing the electricity to fuel him. Being covered in burns and frost was simply his proof that this girl would make his first true kill on this world, and one of the funnest kills he ever had! At that point another wall came up, and he felt the chain yank. Barbarus ran up the wall and kicked off of it, the chain wrapping around the wall made earlier. As he was “running away”, no attempt at closing off his “exit” was made. Instead, they merely tried to keep him from doubling back. Such a foolish, naive child! Barbarus threw himself off of the wall as the chain nearly wrapped around its first complete loop, letting go of the axe, and flew through the air at the girl. He felt a rush of pleasure surged through him as those blasted spirits were too slow to react. His fist came down on the witch with a satisfying “thud”, causing the spirits to convulse in pain, before they began attacking him again. But Barbarus ignored their attacks, instead continuing to pound their summoner into the now reddening snow. A shot then rang out in the air, and Barbarus’ vision went white. He was pleased, however, because at least that witch was dead.
  3. Dyxo's custom Dissidia movesets

    Yaag Rosch PSICOM Commander - Intercepts and eliminates enemy opposition with a variety of powerful weaponry. Fluff 012 Type Arcade Type Notes: Ignore this, reformatting the thread. See the first page for more details.
  4. Zoomin Games NT devs interview

    Interesting to hear that me and Kujiraoka are on the same page with Vincent transforming mid-battle, even if it's not going to be as balls to the wall as my moveset design. I agree that having no dedicated story mode is kinda sad, but the idea that they'll be incorporating story into the multiplayer will be an interesting experiment. I'll be taking notes on how that ends up working out, as someone who eventually wants to make games.
  5. Dyxo's custom Dissidia movesets

    Li Kuugo Winged Tiger - Rend opponents with powerful, high flying attacks. Fluff 012 Type Arcade Type Notes The first of the three Xin Shan Quan disciples I'm making, which I'll also be using the three of them as a mental exercise regarding clone characters at some point. She uses the Winged Tiger variation of Xin Shan Quan, wanting to keep in the air as much as possible. Because of this her variations on a lot of Xin Shan Quan's base moves either bring her airborne or keep her there. Her HP attacks, as well, benefit greatly from her keeping in the air; especially her HP Links in the 012 variation. What moves don't help her keep airborne as well have many utility purposes, but much of the utility she has outside of keeping in the skies will be shared between herself and the other disciples. Dunno when I'll be able to make the other two, due to the nature of Live A Live regarding how the final chapter and China chapters work with each other, but when I am able to I'll do a proper write up regarding clones.
  6. Honestly Tactics is one of the few games I could see them throwing out two villains and giving us Weigraf and Delita to help balance out the roster, if they still care about that. More likely than not though, I think Tactics and Type-0 probably won't get more than one rep, sadly.
  7. Dissidia, Final Fantasy & You

    I remember I went in because Final Fantasy is cool and having a fighter on my PSP is cool, and it ended up getting me interested in playing more games in the series in the process. Probably wouldn't have ever played II, IV, or IX if I hadn't picked up Dissidia.
  8. Dissidia Alto

    Just when you think that things are all calming down they only kick up to be even more crazy. Next thing you know you’re dumped into some strange room with people all dressed funny and someone claiming to be a goddess asking you to save the world. Life’s funny like that I suppose. So now here I am, walking along this grassland wondering what it is that I’m even supposed to be doing. Sure these manikins are annoying, but they at least keep me from growing bored. I did notice that I don't seem to run out of bullets here, strangely enough. Or, at the very least, I don’t remember having this much ammo on me. Still, can’t exactly say I’m unaccustomed to wandering like this. If anything, this place reminds me of my days as a ranger. Wandering about the wastelands in search of whatever outlaw hideout is stuck in some rocky crag or hole in the sand. Actually, if what that goddess says is true, I’m just doing the same shit I did as a ranger. Only difference being that the bandits aren’t so keen on my wallet, and I don’t have to save up my money for gunpowder. Honestly, I’m thinking of trying to make bullets using these crystal shards. I doubt anything would come of it, but it could be interesting to try out. “Hey kid!” I hear someone call it. I turn to face the voice, and it’s coming from some muscular dude who seems to have forgotten his shirt and shoes. Weirdly, he’s carrying some anchor-lookin’ sword at his side. “Yeah, you. What’re you doing wandering about like this?” He asked, sitting down and resting the sword beside him. “Well, some lady in a white dress told me to go mosey on through this place and scout the area. Something about a war, soldiers, and whatever else have you.” I answered, sitting down next to him. “Honestly it all sounds like a bunch of hogwash to me, but it’s always been my job to play peace keeper.” “Guess that’s all started up again, then.” He replied, giving a hearty laugh. “Wonder if my cry baby of a son is back here again.” “Familiar with this whole set up, then?” I asked, pulling out a cig and lighting it. I thought to offer it, but then again I don’t know how easy it is to find tobacco around here. “Yeah, not my first time running through the cycles. Honestly, I thought they ended a while ago, but I guess not.” He answered, casually waving away what little smoke ended up being blown towards him. That’s the funny thing about smoke. No matter where you stand, it always ends up in your face. Anyone else ever notice that? There can be not a single inch of wind blowing around, and it’ll still follow ya. “Got any info you wanna give to a drifter who just wandered in, then?” “Yeah, train hard. Thankfully manikins are good for that, but you never know when something is gonna come after ya. For all you know I could have came here to pick a fight, after all.” He teased, cracking his knuckles and grinning wildly. “I ain’t usually one fer fightin’, honestly. But hell, these things don’t really know when to quit. Act more like a pack o’ coyotes than people.” I brought up, noticing a few meandering around. Seems we caught the attention of one of them, but then something real odd happened. See, this one had some weird hairdo and robes that made him look like he was supposed to be some kinda king, and he threw out this orange ball. Didn’t move too fast, but it did start slowly walking towards us. Then this guy gets up, picking up that big sword of his, and just stands there. Now I’m watching this whole thing go down, and wondering to myself “What the hell is he doing?” Well he just backhands that big, orange ball and it starts floating slowly on back towards it’s summoner. Now the Manikin, being a Manikin, wasn’t too bright. So he just starts summoning these little balls and bits around himself like a minefield. Then this big, orange ball of his taps him and explodes like a case of TNT. Next thing I know there are shards everywhere, my hat’s out of arm’s reach, and this guy’s sitting back down like it’s nothing. What’s worse is the first thing he says after all of this. “Like I said, you never know when something’s gonna come after ya.” The hell kind of a follow up is that? I’ve heard of nonchalant, but this is just crazy. “No kidding.” Was all I could think to say in response. “How’d you do that, anyhow?” “Simple, I’m the best. And when you’re the best, you don’t need to worry about things like that.” He responded. Can’t even really say “answered”, honestly. “Alright, jackass. Can you reflect a bullet?” I ask, teasingly whipping out my pocket pistol. “I’d be down to trying.” He grinning, getting up. I did the same, and we both stepped a fair bit away from each other. Honestly I can’t believe he’s serious, but apparently he is. Now I’m standing here like a jackass, gun ready to be drawn, and gonna shoot a guy I just met. All because his big ol’ ego had to get the better of him. “The hell am I doing?” Is the only thing I can think to myself. Nonetheless I draw my pistol and fire like a pissed off rattler, and see it bounce off of the back of the guy’s hand and hit the dirt next to him. Now I’m thinking to myself “The hell is going on?”, and wondering if I should just bail here and now. Course then the musclehead decides to ask me: “Is that all you got?” At this point I’m getting pretty annoyed at this guy’s ego, so I just casually reload before kicking a rock forward, firing at it. He backhands for the rock, despite it not going near him, and gets caught with the bullet in his shoulder. “Satisfied, amigo?” I asked, grinning as I reload my pea shooter. “Nah, now I’m just raring for a real fight!” It was at that point, while he was charging me, that I realized I had made a mistake. All cause I had to take part in this muscle head’s pissing contest, too. I saw his fist swing past me as I step just a touch out of the way, punching him in the side. He shrugs it off and headbutts me, following up with a jumping knee to my jaw. I was in a fair bit of pain and seeing stars, but I swear for a half second I saw him shoot some kind of energy beam from his eyes. All I know is that I have this burning sensation from whatever he did and I was rolling along the ground. Now I’m seeing this brute laughing as he just stands there, challenging me with his otherwise relaxed stance. While mama always taught me never to start a fight, pops made sure I knew how to end one. I get up and charge at him, landing my fist into his jaw and quickly follow up with my other under his chin; quickly stringing in an elbow across that same jaw and knocking him back with a shoulder tackle. Weirdly, despite getting sent away from me, that didn’t seem to harm him much. In fact, now that I think of it, that headbutt he delivered barely left a mark on me. Course, maybe that’s just the adrenaline. “Now stay down, I ain’t here for an actual fight.” I order, aiming my pistol. Man I need to upgrade this peashooter. He just casually gets up, begins to seemingly fly through the air, and immediately cancels this strange airdash of his with another one of those insane backhands to reflect my bullet before continuing his charge. I hop away from it, only to catch his toes poping me up into the air with him. Now what kind of insane combo he followed that up with doesn’t exactly register with me, as I’m fairly certain we aren’t supposed to have that kinda air time, but we were floating up there for some time. Next thing I know this guy has me by the neck, dragging me into the dirt, and blasting me away with some kind of explosive originating from his palm. Doesn’t help that I ended up rolling across the dirt because of it. “That’s all?” He asked, rolling his neck and shoulders. I wasn’t able to respond immediately, instead just coughing while getting up on my elbows. “That’s a shame, I was hoping for a bit better. Guess these new warriors aren’t so tough after all.” He mused, walking off as he dragged that anchor of his in the dirt. Now that I think about it, he never even used the damn thing on me. “Who the hell are you to just come beating up people like that?” I asked, glaring up at him. “Call me Sin.” He answered, looking over his shoulder. “My brat of a kid should understand what that means, if you see him.” He assured while walking off. I certainly had more questions, but I figured laying on my back was probably a better move at the moment. “He looks like that.” The man revealed, pointing to a manikin with some bubbly sword. One that was charging at me. Course, a shot from my pistol, and it wasn’t a problem anymore. Sin, huh? That’s not the kinda name you’re born with. That’s the name of a guilty man. I wonder what his crime is, and also what the hell he plans on doing here. It was then that a thought hit me. He was long gone, so I couldn’t say anything, but the Manikin he claimed to look like his kid wasn’t one that I was familiar with. In fact, most of these Manikins look mighty unfamiliar to me. Having seen a fair bunch of them, I’d say none of them look like my allies just yet, and we were told they would. How many lost souls have ended up here? I’d ask the stars, but this night sky is as black as my morning cup of coffee. ...Ah hell, this world doesn’t have coffee, does it?
  9. Dissidia Alto

    This world is far from my own. Though it, too, is a world of violence, then again it has wars fought by mercenaries and conscripts. Here it may not even be right to call us soldiers. “Gladiators” is the vibe I’m getting from this world. We weren’t meant to be together, probably not even meet each other, and our teamwork will show it. As we descended from that dark shrine and down the mountain the warriors mingle amongst themselves. Though legitimate conversation is nobody’s interest, we are smart to gauge each other’s powers. A barbarian, a reluctant knight, a cruel magus, a beastman, and a sickly child. Then there’s the marionette, me. “Girl! What makes you leader?” The knight spoke. The one back at base was much more tolerable, I could tell already. “Nobody else took the lead.” I answered. “The sooner we win the sooner we go home.” “Then step aside.” He ordered, grabbing my arm and yanking me back. I didn’t react, but It wasn’t planning on dealing with such things as It lifted Its claw and gripped onto his arm. “What in-” He started, getting thrown off to the side by It. “...Please don’t touch me.” I murmur. Why am I so shy again, and why can’t I control it? What happened to me? My training? “D-Demon spawn!” He shouted, drawing his swords and charging me. I hold my arm forth, but It didn’t respond to my command. Instead of forming a shield like I had asked, tendrils shot out and attempted to rip through him. “Stop…” I whisper, only able to watch as It ignored my commands and fought of it’s own accord. The knight cut down the tendrils, his swords blinding me in sacred light. I hold my arm to cover the one opening in my robes to shield myself from them, feeling the pains of It being cut down and reverberating back on me. “STOP!” I cry out, unable to handle the pain after so long without any form of true opposition. Or… maybe this world makes me weak somehow? It’s hard to say. All I know is the only thing that had kept me from being cut down was the clashing sounds of steel. “If we fight now then they will win for sure.” An unfamiliar voice spoke in front of me. I lowered my robes to see who it was, and another robed figure had a shield extended from his sleeves. However it slowly faded into soot as embers fell from it, falling alongside his arm as it slowly lowered. “He is right, and the sooner I get home the better.” The wolf-man spoke, transforming into a large dire wolf and darting off towards the desert to the distance. These lands are sparse, and lacking of direction. However I saw a more expansive continent on the other side of the great desert, so perhaps if we head there then things should work better in our favor. Still, what is with that scrawny man? He hadn’t spoken a word since we arrived. Letting the knight take the lead, I fall back to speak to him as he seemed to shamble along. “Who… are you?” I ask, still oddly timid. “...hoohoo…” He cooed back, similarly to an owl. “What’re you doing here?” I ask again, feeling It grow agitated beneath my robes. “...blood…” He replied, his bright red eyes gazing at me. It started to show its dark influence, reaching out along the ground. I command It to stop, and slowly It pulled away from him. If this is to be our army against whatever awaits ahead, I fear for the outcome. Soon we hit the desert, though our differences in opinion continue to drive us apart. How fitting that I would be surrounded by monsters. It feels as though I was build more for this world than my home. How disgusting. It’s a thought I shouldn’t be thinking, but it’s the only one that comes to mind regarding my situation. It’s true, though. The “leader” of our group abandons us into the world, half of our team seems to only care about destruction, and the other half is atrociously detached from the war that it’s hard to even guess at why they’re here. In fact, I don’t even know why I’m here. Does it really matter, though? I am but a marionette bred for war. One such as I has no place questioning the will of her Lord. But then why can’t I control It? Where did my power over It go when I entered this world? My thoughts are cut off by the sounds of war. No… not war, violence. Unadulterated violence as the crystalline beasts mentioned by our Commander are shattered apart one-by-one between each member of our group. The knight from before breaking them apart with his sacred light, the ruthless barbarian crashing them into each other, and the wolfman having undergone his transformation into a Dire Wolf merely continues to charge through them. By my side stood another robed figure, uncaring of the violence, and the scrawny man from before. Between the three of us we allow the brutes to do the fighting, continuing our march along the desert continent. “...The Tower of Babel.” The knight spoke suddenly as we reached a large tower amidst the center of the desert. I doubt it is the actual tower our Commander spoke of, but I darest not question him. He walks towards the tower, but finds that it has no entrance. Instead a “gateway” of sorts stands before it. “...I shall catch up with you. Leave me for now.” He speaks, with no objections on my end. Whatever this crazed knight believes, I shan’t stand between him and his goal. And thus we indeed continue along, with It keeping me safe as the more kill-happy members of our party start to falter behind as well. The desert is combing with these monsters, after all. It is almost as if they spawn here, waiting for either our Forces of Discord to leave our home, or for the “heroes” of this false goddess to venture out into our lands. It matters not which is the truth, however. Only the vast land bridge to the southern continent remains, but I sense an odd presence. Something powerful is headed towards us, or at least just guarding the gate. It’s not another warrior, not like us. A presence of some kind. The narrow land of discord and the vast realm of harmony. How ironic that the “World of Balance” has more potential to breed chaos than our “World of Ruin.” Yet I do not know why these names for the two continents come to mind. It was then that I noticed something. My allies had left me, all but that strange owl man. He seemed to be asking me for protection, almost. With all of these powerful warriors and wizards here, what’s this weak creature doing among us? Or, perhaps, he is pretending to be weak. “Can you speak, stranger?” I asked, turning back to him. However, the strange man only looked at me for a moment. “...Yes…” He answered in a whispy voice. It seems difficult for him to talk, but it’s indeed possible. “Why is it you follow me, but the rest have already left?” I ask further as we walk across the bridge to Cosmos’s domain. However, it gave me no answer. Such a strange man, if it truly is a man. Though instead it pointed to the end of the bridge, where I was met with one of Cosmos’s warriors already. A young girl stood at the end of the bridge, holding what seemed to be metallic and… almost decorative recreations of the sun and the moon. She seemed relax despite the glare in her eyes, but It was on edge. This girl… did her celestial blades carry the powers of their counterparts? “Soldiers of destruction, you shall not pass along this bridge!” She stated simply, holding her sun up to me. It writhed in my body, unwilling to come out but unable to control its anger. The Owlman behind me seemed to be seeping blood from his cheeks all of a sudden, coming out as a fine mist. “Take another step and I will force you back myself!” She ordered, her solar ring beginning to glow white. It couldn’t be contained much longer at this rate. “I wish not to fight.” I explain, stopping where I am. This is just outside of It’s range. “It matters not! Back to the desert with you!” She answered, her lunar blade glowing a soft indigo. As the bloody mist starts to seep past me the rings flew towards it, It knocking the one of shadow away as the one of light flew past and got stuck in a condensed blood mist. “Owl! Retreat your blood! This is not our fight!” I order back, looking over to see the two blades returning to her. She leaps forward like a cyclone lifting into the air, throwing her ring of darkness towards us again. It was tired of these shenanigans, catching the blade and throwing forward multiple copies of it along with the original back to the user. This girl… she wields both dawn and dusk, nothing out of sync or balance. As her darkness cuts through the air her sacred light beams down to disrupt It’s unholy power. It was unable to pull itself out of the ground while that light shined upon it, but perhaps…. I darted forward, catching her lunar blade and swinging it forth. She brought up her ring of darkness, slipping down beneath me to shine the light of the ground, forcing It to lay down behind me. Owl did not merely watch. No, he is far more calculating than I had anticipated. As we came so close to each other the wound left from her light assault started forming mist blood as well, ensnaring us both in chains of blood. “Stoooop!” Owl hissed, walking towards us. He’s lost a fair bit of blood, but he’s incredibly pale as is so it’s hard to tell just how much at any given time. The girl was oddly calm, as if this was not an issue for her. Actually, where were her rings? My question was answered as they came forth and cut through her bonds, sending the artistic soldier back to the end of the bridge. It was clear to me that she was running low, but she was good at keeping her stance. This girl is something else entirely, and pushing may cause It to take over. Nothing like her existed in my world. Such grace and power in concert was unusual to me, though the misty blood floating around even more so. Part of me wanted to run, but both It and Owl would be unwilling to join me. Besides, a marionette must do as she is ordered. Both Owl and I advanced, though, something odd happened with that blood mist. The rings again came forth towards us, but the blood hardened and held them in place. The scrawny man suddenly had an intense look in his eye. “...Enough…” He hissed out, the blood hardening more into tendrils not unlike Its as they shot forward, causing the girl to retreat more as her rings spun in a near perfect defense. She was at the end of the bridge, nowhere left to run but into this supposed ‘World of Balance.’ I had hoped it wouldn't come to this, but now it felt like all that was left was to push her back for good. “You will go no further!” She shouted, instead charging forth. This wasn't a charge of bravery, but one of fear and desperation. I could tell that her resolve was more akin to a cornered animal than that of a hero. So many times have I seen this look. ‘Monster!’ ‘Demon!’ Those words rang in my mind as I saw her rip and tear though the blood, only to realize all too late why she should have kept the light shining down on us. With one swipe from Its clawed hand this girl was send soaring into the black ocean, allowing me and Owl to cross. I felt something grow stronger inside me, unnaturally so, as I watched her struggle in those seas. Owl’s mist seemed to retreat back inside of him as the wound sealed itself up. There was something inherently wrong about this man, the way he could control that blood and carried himself with such little regard for any life; including his own. Still, our first job was done. The bridge way was open for our companions, and so I must continue my march. I feared Owl’s presence, but he needed to be watched. He would cause unnecessary violence like the others, but on a whole new scale. It quivered in joy from finally getting to eliminate someone, but I could feel It wanting to size up against Owl as well. I fear for the day It gets that chance.
  10. Dissidia Alto

    Two warriors, travellers of worlds, are sent to the Dissidia. Though they realize that the universe is full of life and variety they begin to grow wary of their jobs as peacekeepers. Kevoriaz, a warrior based around his industrial prowess, wavers in the face of this new world and it’s demands of loyalty in the face of unknown allies. How typical. Not only do I get shot into another world, but this time they expect me to take part in some war that I have nothing to do with. Who is this goddess and what’s her game? No matter, the only thing that worries me is Zeverex being summoned alongside myself. Our history is certainly nothing to talk about, but if he knows of my presence then it won’t be long till he suspects my intent. While I have no intentions to immediately turn on him this time, I have even less of a reason to take part in this inane conflict until I know it’s true nature. Still, those two girls that tried to stop me. Why did they? What could they accomplish in keeping me there? Or are they just naive children? If they are children then why would they be summoned to war? Perhaps people could get away with creating child armies where I come from, but I find much of the universe is more sophisticated than that. Either way it’s not my place to trust either side until I know for sure what I’m getting into. Until then I’m left with just my desire to explore this world and it’s “wonders.” As I walked along the grasslands outside of the place I awoke I find it to be oddly peaceful, despite what was said about our enemies being great in numbers. It was rare that I’d get a moment to myself like this, a moment to think. Though as I headed northward, towards the shore, I found myself in the presence of odd, crystalline creatures. They looked like people, but they behaved more like zombies. Shambling around and searching for something. Perhaps a meal? I decided to approach one, fueled by curiosity, only to find one having pulled out two curved short swords on me. They were made of the same glass-like material as the rest of him, but were razor sharp like actual blades. I gripped onto the saw and drill at my side, holding out my hand to it. “I’m not here to hurt you, only to see what you are.” I told it, almost catching a blade to my face as it charged me. It’s movements were odd, a straight charge followed by some sword of flying strike. I was prepared for the charge, but the upward slash caught me off-guard. As it hit me it was able to seamlessly fuse the blades together, following up with a spinning slash. What is this thing? Why does it attack without warning? I found myself thinking, recovering from the spinning strike in time to draw my combat arms. Perhaps if I underestimated his aggression, he may underestimate the appearance of my weapons. “If that is how it shall be then give me your all!” I taunted, revving up both weapons as I held their katar-type handles. The monkey-tailed creature darted through the air, barely missing me as I slid under and rammed my saw up into it. The pieces of crystal merely reformed however, almost as if it had some sort of organic healing factor. It leaped off the air and threw it’s blades down, catching me again as they slashes through me. Though it was painful, for some reason I possessed the same healing factor it did in this world. But when it followed through with some sort of beam attack I wasn’t able to heal from it. At that point I realized that only our strongest of skills may work on these things. At that point I baited a hit, taking it as it chased after me. “Fool.” I found myself blurting out, dodging to the side of it’s attack and then countering with an electrically charged drill strike. It shatters as the drill and electricity tore through the beast, sending glass-like shards everywhere. I then fell to the floor and picked up the crystal shard, pulling down my goggles to examine it. Weirdly enough it seemed primarily organic, as if it was once a living person. Though how something of glass or crystal could be mobile in the first place was beyond me. Then I remembered that I had seen others, and turned around to witness one of these creatures carrying a massive sword. I readied my weapons again, seeing another one with a more feminine form standing behind it. One of these was hard enough, but two!? This is insanity! I couldn’t help but to shout in my head, feeling electricity surge through me. That’s right… it must of been that electrical storm that brought us here. I wonder if I can utilize it? I pondered, focusing the energy into myself. As the two came at me I tried to use the electrically charged drill technique from before, but the energy wouldn’t come out. Instead I simply found myself punching the swordsman, instinctively carrying it into a spinning saw strike that knocked the other girl away as well. So it seems that I need to charge up energy for moves like that by attacking them. Interesting. I realized, wondering what else I needed for these new powers. Nevertheless I leaped into the air and chased after him, able to use my electrified drill technique this time. As I came back down I heard the sounds of a high-powered rifle, turning over to see the other girl be torn asunder by whatever it had shot. Unfortunately I knew exactly who had fired the rifle. “Are you sure running off like that was a wise choice?” Zeverex asked, walking towards me as his rifle shrunk back down to it’s regular size. We never did figure out why it’s able to reshape itself, but neither of us really mind. “Are you sure believing these strangers is a wise choice?” I asked in retort, turning back to my on-and-off partner. “After all, they were the ones who trapped us here.” “Our job is to aid those in need, is it not?” Zeverex asked, glaring at me. “Will you again abandon the prime directive for the sake of appeasing your own paranoia?” “Not until I know which side is truly in danger. And if I do you shall be the first to know, I’m sure.” I answered, making sure to follow up with the appropriate level of sarcasm. He grunted, realizing that I’d cornered him, and walked past me further north. “It’s strange how small this place seems at times, isn’t it?” He asked, looking across our known surroundings. “I can imagine that we’ll be able to see our initial landing zone from any part of the world as things stand now.” “Perhaps.” I replied, stepping beside him. “And yet at the same time the world is always at its smallest when you don’t know what’s truly out there.” I added on, putting away my weapons and taking off my goggles. I could hear him chuckling despite how noisy my weapons can be, much to my silent irritation. "I have no doubt in my mind that our clashing personalities is probably why we were paired up." Oh god not this speech again. "Still, I hope you understand why it is that we must show faith in our apparent allies for now, do you not?" "Perhaps, in part, but it is still my nature to examine everything before taking a side. You know this." I remind him, tiring of such talk. He looks as if he wishes to speak further, but we have traveled together long enough for that tone to be plenty recognizable. It wasn’t long before we had hit the shore. I’d estimate a couple hours, if I had to. The waters seemed as dark and brooding as the rest of the world, as if it’d seen naught but war for thousands of years. It all seemed so familiar, like many of the other worlds we visited. This one was different, though. It seemed much more sinister, with its waves splashing a diluted white as they came in from the indigo seas. “This place is rather empty, surprisingly enough.” Zeverex pointed out, dropping his formal tone from earlier. “Even the Manikins we saw earlier were all but abundant.” “Is that what those are called? Strange name, but I suppose it makes sense given their nature.” I replied, my question entirely rhetorical. “Still, it's not much of a great war if there’s nothing around.” Zeverex mused, crouching down to feel the ocean waves crash against his hand. “Generals without soldiers. That’s what we are. And it disturbs me quite a bit, especially considering that this world is smaller than what either of us are used to.” I pointed out, fiddling with my spaulder. “Especially since our gliders don’t seem to be working at the moment.” “It’s curious that they won’t activate. Still, maybe they just need to recharge.” He pointed out. It’s true, the gliders do have a limited charge and need solar energy to keep going, but it was rare that they’d completely shut down. Still, our walkabout kept us along the coastline. With such an empty world it made me wonder what used to be here. Perhaps our call here was some kind of trap. “This seems far too odd.” I mention, walking along the coast. “Perhaps we should investigate separately.” I offer, turning back to Zeverex. “Indeed. Besides, we’re on the same side so it shouldn’t be much of a problem.” He replied, a tinge of distrustful sarcasm in his statement. Along the coast we come across a bridge, with me crossing it northward and Zeverex continuing west along the coast. Though the world was small, the emptiness made it seem much larger than it actually was. Even with the Manikin attacks that happen every now-and-then it was a lonely place. “What could have caused this?” I asked myself, and as if to answer my question, a voice called back from behind me. “No doubt that witch Cosmos and her bloody war.” A man spoke, his voice olden and rugged. Yet still, there seemed to be a smooth aura about him. “Who’s there?” I ask, turning around to see a man in brown robes with an emblem embroidered upon his chest and silver trimming along his sleeves and bottom. “Merely a man looking out for others.” He spoke, walking towards me. I drew my combat arms in a readied position, but he remained in a calm neutral stance. “There is no need for that,” He continued, “I merely wish to talk.” “Then speak, I have all day.” I assure, refusing to replace my tools. The cloaked man shook his head at this display, however his lack of any true response was as unnerving as his sudden appearance; if not more so. “We are in a world of pure strife. I am from such a world, but that one does not believe in the folly of having protection of gods and the promise of peace.” He began, catching my interest. “Worlds like this will not know peace until their inevitable destruction. I’m sure you know this, Traveller.” “Such worlds are not unfamiliar to me, but how do you know of my stasis as a traveller?” I ask, tightening up my stance. “I, too, am a traveller. Ones such as us find it quick to identify each other with such elegant and alien emblems embrazzelled upon our cloth.” He answered, a faint smirk visible beneath his hood. At which point I remembered: my spaulder isn’t exactly custom made. It’s one they give to many of our Order. “Worry not Traveller, in this world we are all drifters. Your secret shalt not leave this planet.” It felt as though his eyes met mine even though I could not see them, causing me to back away a step. It was no doubt he noticed this by the way he laughed; old and gruff as his tone, yet still hearty like a man half his age. “Traveller, allow me to show you one thing. Then I shall be rid of your way.” He explained, offering a hand. He knew very well I wouldn’t take it, from the looks of things, but I still cautiously approached. He soon brought me to a peninsula looking out upon the ocean, pointing to a raging volcano in the far corner of the world. “Thus you seek is the Land of Discord. Within lies the truth of this world. Find it, and the world’s answers shall be yours…” “...So that’s it? I just travel to the edge of the world and I magically gain whatever knowledge I need?” I ask, understandably paranoid of the situation as I draw my tools again. I’m sure he noticed the moment they left their sheaths, but the iconic whirl of the drill and saw would be enough to change his aloof attitude. “...You dare bite the hand that feeds?” He asked, the emblem on his back beginning to glow a sinister red. With a slow motion he begins to hover a half-foot off the ground and turns to face me. “You’re arrogance shall be your destruction!” He utters, flames crawling along his robe from the emblems on both his front and back. He swings one arm towards me, nearly singeing my hair off in a diagonal shave. Though my attempt to counter with a side step is interrupted with a sudden gust of wind from his other hand. “Fusion Art: Lightning!” He shouts upon feeling contact, the flames and winds circling around me before converging into an electrical maelstrom that sends me down to one knee. Though, thankfully, I play with electricity as well. He seemed to gain a surprised look as the electricity forms down into my tools, attempting again with my drill thrust. However he casted up another gust of wind with a quick spin of his arms. I manage to twirl myself to the side in time to evade, having to dodge in sequence as his other arm quickly rose, both now in the air, as blasts of dirt erupted in my path. Wait a minute... “Fusion Art: Ash!” He announced, collapsing both arms down in a quick drop to the ground. Suddenly both the winds and the dirt he casted aloft circled around in a fine powder, blinding me and attempting to seep through my nostrils. I find myself doing nothing but coughing up the ash as he calmly stands back up, seeping water from the ground and dancing it around himself. “F-*cough*-Fool!” I shout, blasting a beam of electricity at the water wave. He wrapped it in a shield in front of himself in reply, however - despite not actually holding it - he seemed hurt by the attack; starting to crumble beneath it. “Extreme Art: Ice!” He replied, forming the water barrier into a sizeable icicle and punching it forward at me. As this one flew at incredible speeds it pierced my leg in a poorly-timed dodge, causing me to fall and spin out a bit. My blood feels… cold… I find myself thinking, breathing heavily as I tried to stand. Once I finally regain the strength I’m met with the flaming sword from before, hovering inches from my face and just over my shoulder. However, one of his arms looked limp as the burning runes from before were rather faint over it. No matter how much I was injured, his own damage seems to match. “While worthy, to end you now would be wasteful.” He assured, his breath much calmer than mine despite the visible damage. Was he more accustomed to battle than I? Before I could ask I find his body fade away to dust.
  11. Dissidia Alto

    The infinite cycle of war. Many are caught in it, in one form or another, as it devastates the universe. Conflict and strife rage throughout, unfettered by those who stand to end it. As the physical manifestation of that cycle I would know better than all else. That fool may not understand the situation he and I are caught in, but I know better than anyone else that such a war cannot be escaped. However, even though we chased each other through the world, it all came back to where it first began. As I got up and looked around, at first I thought that this was merely the shrine from my home world. However, something was amiss. It looked more decrepit and fragile than I remembered. Then I saw the others lying upon the floor, and I knew that the Dissidia was not yet done with us. “It seems someone else has awoken.” I heard a feminine voice call out. Looking over I saw a robed figure leaning against the wall, her hood covering her face. “Usually I’m the first to arise, and yet here you are.” I called back, walking towards her. “I’m used to the dark. Sleep does not keep me for long, and neither will this cage I’ve been put in.” She explained, a black cloud floating beneath her robes. “So you are aware, then.” I speculated, looking back to the others. “As a marionette bred for war I know a gathering of soldiers when I see it. And yet something about you gives me the feeling that you are the same way.” She replied, her eyes shining at a soft amber glow as she gazed to me from beneath her hood. “You are a good judge of character. However I think we both know what may happen if the full truth was known to the others.” I explained, worry growing under my helm. If she could see right through me, even after having just woken up, then what else could she find out? She nodded in response, following with; “Agreed. There’s no need to make the other peons panic just yet.” I took my place back on the throne of the old shrine, scanning across my new allies. I didn’t expect any of my former companions to return, nor did I want them to. That said, I could already tell that some members of this group would be trouble if left on their own for too long. Out of them I noticed a wolfman, a swordsman, some kind of barbarian, and two other mages. I was thankful that we were not as filled with magic-dependant warriors this time around, but instead a bit worried that we may have a lack of them. I hadn’t a way of knowing what kind of magic they used, just that they emitted a power that most others could not see. Finally, however, they started to awaken. One by one each of them climbed up onto their feet, groggy and confused. Save, of course, for one. “Where has that witch Destiny brought me now?” One of the mages asked. Like the lady in the back he too was robbed, but his was browned and embroidered by an emblem upon both his chest and back and had silver trimming along his sleeves and bottom; unlike her flat, black cloth. “Like it matters.” The wolfman spoke, “All I care about is getting the fuck out of here.” He looked around, balling up his hands in a way so that his claws wouldn’t pierce his skin. “Well returning to your homes will be quite easy.” I spoke, standing up from the throne. “All we need to do is just take out the one holding you here.” “Tell me where he is and I’ll crunch his face off!” The wolfman replied, stepping forward. “Cosmos, Goddess of Harmony. When you leave this place and enter the main world you’ll see a tower. She resides there.” I explain, with the wolfman starting to walk off. “However, it will not be that easy. She has summoned soldiers, all of equal power to us, to hinder our paths.” “The more I get to kill the better!” The barbarian spoke, gripping onto his axe. “That is not all. There are also manikins, crystallized version of every warrior who have crossed these lands, that stand between us and them.” “And how are they an issue?” The robbed man spoke, looking over to me. “Simple: they also possess the powers of those they mimic, as well as a mindset centered around using those powers in pure, unadulterated brutality.” I reply. “Like I said, the more for me to kill the better! Barbarus cannot be copied by some overgrown shards of glass!” The barbarian spoke, laughing as he and the wolfman walked out of the shrine. “There’s no need for a tool to sit idly in it’s box.” The girl mentioned as she left, followed by most of the others. However, one of them remained. A swordsman dressed in leather armor and decorative cloth seemed to murmur to himself. “What are you waiting for?” I asked, walking past him. “A sign, sir. A sign as to why I was caught up with this lot.” He replied, walking alongside me. “You needn’t worry about them.” I assured. “Just do what needs to be done.” As I walked off I could feel him glaring at me. Soon he’d see his sign, though. After all, it is to be a long and bloody war.
  12. Dissidia Alto

    Finally, the war’s over. After countless battles we had finally beaten Chaos and everyone returned home. I had even gotten my own adventure throughout the world, only to find Garland and myself still locked in battle. The dissidia was over, and yet his words of an endless cycle of war pursued even into this new world. Things only kept getting worse. Each time a world was saved I would only be thrusted into a new one, with worse troubles. Forever Garland would follow me into this chaos. However, I eventually came back to the one place I thought I had left behind. “Wh-where am I?” I had asked, getting up from the hard ground. Something felt familiar about this place, but I was still a bit groggy. “I’m sorry to have brought you back here, Paragon.” A voice spoke. Her tone sad, and her accent all too familiar. “Cosmos..? What am I doing back here?” I asked, looking up at her. The Goddess’s golden hair, white dress, and radiant skin were all too familiar. Even the sadness in her eyes were something I had seen all too often. “I had no choice in the matter. The Dissidia has begun anew against my will.” She admitted, looking away. I stayed silently listening to her, my helm laying at my feet and my sword sheathed. “I… you were the only one I knew I could trust, and your ties to this world are strong enough that you were fated to return, even if I could no longer summon your previous allies.” Cosmos explained, looking back up to me. I brought myself down onto a knee and bowed before her. “I shall protect you as I did before. While neither of us want this, we must make do with what we have.” I promised, looking back up to her. “But if we cannot bring forth my old allies, then who shall join us?” I asked. Cosmos merely pointed behind me. As I turned I saw six other warriors still unconscious. They all looked very different from each other, much like my first companions did. Some wore robes, others basic cloth, and even one dressed as some form of scientist. There was even a small child among us, much like before. “Try not to make too many similarities between them and the Warriors of Old.” Cosmos suggested, as if she were reading my mind. Perhaps my thoughts were predictable, but she was right none-the-less. No matter what they were like, this was a new Dissidia and must be treated as such. “The war won’t start for a while. Come, tell me of your journeys O’ Knight.” Cosmos invited, scooting to the side of her bench-like throne and patting the seat beside her. Upon hesitating she nodded, assuring me that it would be alright, so I agreed at sat beside her. My journey through the “real” world, the one our Dissidia was copied from, intrigued her greatly. It felt like weeks that we would sit there and talk before the other warriors would arise. As they awoke she ushered me to stand beside them, thus our pleasantries had to come to an end. “Warriors, are you all awake?” Cosmos asked after a few moments. “Ugh, yeah…” One swiftly responded, despite his voice being that of a groggy drawl. He was wearing strange attire, with his leather armor shaped into that of basic cloth and some kind of silvery, wood handled object hanging from his hip. “Where am I..?” He asked, looking around. “I’m sorry to drag you from your homes like this, but such was not of my control. I could only pick who, not when or why.” Cosmos apologized, doing best to hold her sadness inside her. I could hear how tired she was, regardless of whether anyone else was fooled. “Well you can start by explaining what we’re doing here.” A quiet man spoke. He wore a long robe and his ears spiked out to the side like that of an Elf. However there was an odd object in his grasp that was shaped similarly to a crossbow, yet smaller and without any way to shoot forth a bolt or arrow. “I was just shunted to a new world and I’m still stuck with you.” Another man spoke, who I assumed to be his partner. He was dressed in a more casual attire, and wielded a strange drill-like object and some form of sword with a chained edge. “You are all here for war, I’m afraid. However you are protectors first and foremost, as this world is threatened by forces of destruction.” She admitted, looking down for a moment before back to us. “Please try not to be angry with me, I only wish for the best to come of all of this.” “You strip us of our home and then beg for forgiveness. How pathetic.” The casually dressed man spoke, taking up his chainsword and drill before beginning to walk off. However, one of the girls stood before him with what seems to be a ceremonial staff in hand. “We should at least here her out!” She told him, standing in his way. Another girl came to her side and held up a bladed disc in the shape of the moon to him as well. However the warrior forced them both aside, walking past and into the world. “Please do not chase after him. I can do naught to force his trust, but I can at least try to appease your good natures.” She begged. “While I’m not happy about the situation, I can’t say running away from it would do any good.” The man in leather attire pointed out, taking out some form of paper stick and setting it ablaze with a match. “Besides,” He begun again, blowing out a puff of smoke, “The least we can do is see why you’ve decided that we’d be appropriate for the job.” “Thank you, ranger. As I was saying, you have all been brought into a world of war to try and calm a god similar to myself, at once much different.” She explained. “Many troubles will be in your path, but you may always come back here if you need to recover and learn more about the world.” “Oh, hohoho, but that would be too easy? What fun is discovering things if you already know the answers?” The scientist spoke, her voice filled with joy and excitement. “Though it is easy in a different way. What holds us back from simply picking off these opposing forces you mentioned?” The robed man asked, ignoring the scientist’s joy. “Crystal beings known as “Manikins” exist in this world. They are like copies of us, yet their minds are set only to the destruction of the world. Additionally our foes are powerful, at least as much as we are if not more.” I explained, catching an unhappy look from the group as a whole. “No matter.” The ‘ranger’, as Cosmos called him, broke the silence. “So we gotta fight ourselves, it ain't no different than what any other man would have to do. So long as we make this world is safe I’m sure returning home can’t be that hard.” He pointed out. It almost pained me knowing how naive he was to the whole situation, but I also knew that nothing could be said. But there was one thing I could say instead. “How much of your home do you even remember?” I asked, looking over to him. “Why would I forget it! Why back home I…” He started, before looking confused. “Your memories will come to you in time.” Cosmos spoke, nodding. “You’ve just came from your home to a far off world, it’ll take a while for your mind to get used to the changes.” “How fascinating!” The scientist spoke gleefully, pulling out some sort of device and pressing her fingertips onto it. The noises it made were foreign to me, but also reminded me of lands that may no longer exist here. Lands tied to the warriors of old. “No matter. If it is to come in time then I’ll scout out the area until I can fully recover.” The robed man announced, starting to walk off. I looked over to Cosmos and she merely nodded. “The rest of you may as well follow suit. There’s still time to relax before the world begins to move, and I suggest you use that time to get used to your surroundings.” She suggested. “And please… be safe.” She added as her voice faded. As the others left me and one of the girls stayed behind. Her staff and kimono gave her the most out-of-place appearance out of us all, but something about her seemed to go beyond her innocent looks. “Why do you remain?” I asked, looking over to her. “I-I am a shrine maiden, sir.” She answered, her bravado from before having faded. “It’s my job to protect the gods, both here and back home.” “We do not need-” “It’s alright, she may stay. Perhaps it is not a bad thing to have two people watching me in my weakened state.” Cosmos explained, interrupting me. “As you wish, my lady. But what of the others?” I replied, looking over to the Goddess. “They should be left alone to do their own work. In due time we shall see what comes of them.” Cosmos answered, resting on her seat. If time is what she needs than I will give it to her, but if this war is to be as the last than we much be careful with how much time we have. After a moment of silence the young girl spoke to us. “So your Cosmos, and he’s a warrior like us, right?” She asked, looking over. “Indeed.” I replied. “What about you?” “Huh?” “He’s asking for your name.” Cosmos translated, making me feel a bit awkward. “Oh. I’m Dahlia! Shrine maiden to the Delta Spirits!” She answered in pride, holding her staff to her in a rather excited manner. “Delta spirits?” I asked, looking over to her. “Fulmen, Glaciem, Ingis! Show yourselves!” She shouted, slowly spinning the tip of her staff in the air. As she did it glowed first yellow, then blue, and finally red as three large elementals came out. All three consisted of naught but arms, torso, and a head - but each were made of an element relating to their element: lightning, ice, and fire, respectively. “What are these?” I asked, drawing my sword and holding my shield at the ready. “These are the Delta Spirits, those who I am sworn to protect!” She answered as I felt Cosmos tell me to put my sword down. I nodded and sheathed my sword, relaxing my stance as the spirits departed. “So these spirits, they keep you from harm?” I asked. At first she looked off to the side before taking a deep breath and replying, “Yes and no. We both protect each other. I defend their shrine, and in turn they defend me. Without the shrine they disappear into the Farplane, and without them I’d… well, there wouldn’t really be much for me, would there?” She explained, looking down. “Do not worry, child. Nothing will come of them here.” Cosmos assured. “In this world they are tied to you, rather than any object.” “What do you mean?” Dahlia asked, turning to Cosmos. “When your journey begins you’ll know. However I haven’t the energy to explain in detail at this time.” Cosmos answered, her voice sincere. “What do you mean you haven’t-” Dahlia began, though I cut her short. “She means what she says. Her power is being used to keep an aura of discord from overpowering this world.” I explain. “Oh, sorry.” She apologized. “But… still, I would like to find out some day.” “This war is still young. You should go discover it for yourself, but remember to come back before things get dangerous. Having both of you here to defend me once the soldiers of destruction make their move would be safest for us all.” Cosmos explained, motioning for Dahlia to go. The two exchanged glances for a moment before the young girl got an excited expression. “Oh, thank you! I’ll come back right away!” She exclaimed before rushing out of the shrine. Cosmos then scooted back over as I sat next to her, and then we simply relaxed and waited for things to come.
  13. Dissidia Alto

    Long ago a great war raged in the deepest part of the universe, a place that is normally inaccessible to those who cannot travel through the Void. This war, the ultimate struggle between good and evil, lasted seemingly forever; with the great dragon Shinryu reviving the fallen warriors each time it came to a close. Though after thirteen cycles the long, bitter war finally came to a close. However peace would not last. Though the gods ran out of warriors to summon Shinryu was able to grant them the power to expand their reach to other realms. They were tired, but had to carry on as will of the Creator who started the gruesome conflicts. As they summoned warriors, some remained from the previous war; now trapped in an eternal nightmare of conflict. Though beyond them twelve new warriors were summoned. Yet some of these warriors saw the war for what it was and tried to escape it. From this, three factions were made of the warriors. The Guardians, sworn to protect the Goddess of Order, remained at her side throughout the war and worked their efforts to gain her favor in the cycles. The Soldiers of Chaos, each conniving as they serve the God of Destruction, fueled their own destructive needs through war. They put all their efforts into making the battles more bloodied than before, and wish to bring down the Goddess in order to destroy the peace that she wishes to maintain. And then there are the Reluctant. Though not a unified group, they make up the warriors who wish to escape the war in one form or another. With nothing pulling them together each one goes about his own agenda independently, but the nature of the war eventually finds them caught up in it’s tribulations. A new war, a new Dissidia, is about to begin as the great dragon rests once more. With these new warriors, who can say what will befall the world they now live in? Only time will tell. ~ Dissidia Alto ~ Table of Contents
  14. Dyxo's custom Dissidia movesets

    Sazh Katzroy Blazing Glory - Mow down enemies from a distance while applying passive buffs Fluff 012 Type Arcade Type Notes I made Sazh to be a bit of a reflection to Yaag, in some ways. Especially with how each of them go about Synergist. Yaag directly boosts his allies with damage, defense, and speed buffs while Sazh indirectly boosts his allies with increasing priority values and decreasing lag time. Additionally Yaag does a lot of wide range, single attack damage while Sazh has more controlled, multi-hit attacks. However, this wasn't entirely intentional. Just a fun aside I noticed once I was finishing up putting them together.
  15. Dyxo's custom Dissidia movesets

    Magus Zealous Mystic - Bring forth ruination with ancient shadow magic. Fluff 012 Type Arcade Type Notes I, uh, think I went a bit overboard remaking him for Arcade, but I figured it was a fun way to include his barrier shifting from the boss fight against him. That said, his 012 moveset is very old and I didn't feel like going over it with a fine tooth comb to make sure it matches my current standards. All I did was shift around some minor details of his equipment and made it so that his EX Mode was less boring. What his old EX Mode did was simply increase his damage output as his health decreases. Which is cool, sure, but not fitting for him. Also felt like Zeal's theme would make for good dungeon music for Chrono Characters, considering that we already have some upbeat dungeon music like Matoya's Cave and Via Purifico. Sure, it's not really a dungeon per say, but I still figured it'd be good to include it. EDIT: Changed how his Arcade dash attack is nuanced to make it better centered around his magic, rather than being a dedicated melee attack.
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