Watch the World Burn [Warriors of Chaos]

[Chaos]

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The strength gathered here. It was tangible.

The god of discord's eyes bored into them all. They thought highly of themselves, all convinced each and every one could hold the same seat that only the god himself would ever hold. When they tasted strength none of them could have dreamed of on their own, they would taste humility. They would see that the discord of this world would take them far beyond any existence they had ever dreamed of. And they would be set loose to ensure such discord never waned nor stripped them of their powers. Let them achieve that end in whatever way they so chose. Chaos would merely be watching.

But they would need their explanation. The god stood to his full height, looming over the confused procession. His booming voice gave way. "Forgo desires beyond the next battle presented before you. Each of you has been summoned to the battleground lying in waste before you to resume the fight that rages. Your rage is what maintains this dimension...and your rage will be your weapons against the forces who wish to take the gifts of discord from you. They are your enemy. You know no other."

He reached his beast-like hand forward to hang over them, as the dark clouds that hung above this place. " Those who do not accept this gift...be swept away in the tide. Your choice is made for you. This world thrives off of war. To end that war, your purpose ends. Claim strength to grant you what you have left to cling to - power. My power."

With the offer made, the god waited, motionless, for the sheep to gather to their shepherd.

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[Genesis Rhapsodos]

Genesis Rhapsodos looked upon the scene he had suddenly found himself in the midst of. Standing here were a number of people he didn't know nor recognize. Furrowing his auburn brows, Genesis scoped the area further. There was a rather impressive being sitting upon a throne who appeared to be observing them all. Genesis remained poised and calm, saying nothing as he looked upon the figure. He was a strange one. In fact, Genesis wasn't sure what to think as to what he was. For that matter, he didn't have a clue who these other people were.

Pale blue eyes watched each individual closely as his hand rested upon the hilt of his Rapier. If anyone so much as blinked wrong, he'd have his sword out in seconds. It was true that he wanted to be strong. Considering he had just woken from slumber under the ruins of Midgar, Genesis's memories to protect the planet had been removed. In fact, his whole last battle with Zack had been removed. Due to the memory alteration, he didn't remember his pride as a SOLDIER. In fact, he believed he was a monster still and thought he had no pride anymore. He was broken again inside. On top of it all, he realized he had hurt his friends, Angeal and Sephiroth in the long run by revealing the truth behind their creations.

As if this cut him within, Genesis raised a red gloved hand to his face in shame. He appeared to be deep in thought to those watching him though. "The fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains..." he said to himself. He had a slightly morose feel to him then. Shinra, all because of that company, Genesis had discovered how he had been created. He had been born on normal circumstances but he had been an experiment. It was because of the experimentation that he had begun to degrade when he had been wounded by Angeal's sword tip on accident. It had badly frightened him to think that he was going to die without having done anything to stop it.

Why he was well now, Genesis could only wonder. Had he died? He couldn't remember when he tried to think of how he had been cured. The memories of that had been altered on him. Somehow, he was alive. He couldn't be dead if he was still breathing. Finally, the figure on the throne stood and spoke to them all. Genesis brought his gaze up toward the god of Chaos. As he listened to what he was saying, Genesis recalled the times when he had felt resentment towards Sephiroth. The two had been friends but Genesis was envious of him when it came to fame and being a hero. When he had found out he was a monster, Genesis also in his petty ways and unstable condition, had revealed to Sephiroth that he too was a monster.

'What have I done? How could I?' he thought to himself. No matter, the damage had been done. Sephiroth had gone insane and could never be brought back to the way he used to be. Maybe this was Genesis's punishment? For being so petty and hurtful to those around him? He had been so focused on his own problems that he hadn't stopped to think what consequences his actions would bring upon those around him. He had hurt those closest to him. It was because of him that Sephiroth went insane and Angeal was no longer around. Angeal had been his best friend and look what he had done to him.

'I truly am a monster...' he thought, taking in the things the figure standing before the throne was saying. He was here to resume a battle that had been raging. What battle, Genesis couldn't be sure. Rage would be their weapons against those that wanted to take the gifts of discord from them. They were to claim strength to gain power. This world thrived on war and if that ended, their purpose ended. 'So the goddess has sent me to hell?' Genesis wondered. Well, he believed it was a fitting punishment for the things he had done. He would accept it without question.

"Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul.
Pride is lost. I shall forgo what is expected of us without question. I am a monster. I have no pride nor dreams. I know only ruin." That had been his answer to the god of Chaos.

[Caius Ballad]

What was the drab and fiery place? It seemed a lot like a hell hole to Caius. Was this his fate? Had he finally been free from his curse of living for all eternity? If he was, he’d gladly take hell with open arms rather than living forever and watching as each Yeul he came to know would die in his arms. As he stood there amongst some other people, he looked around and frowned slightly, if this was hell…then what in Etro’s name was this gathering? This was something different, and looking at the towering figure sitting upon his throne, Caius wanted to scoff and wander away, he didn’t want to serve under anyone, especially a god…not after what happened the last time he did that. Etro had granted him a curse, though thinking it was a blessing at first, to be able to protect Yeul forever…it had poisoned his mind over time…and that’s why he was the way he was, wanting nothing but the end of time and pure destruction.

Looking towards Chaos, Caius remained silent and let the god speak what he wanted to. So…they’d been summoned here to maintain…discord. How convenient. Maybe Caius was in the right place after all, but looking around him at the different faces and sizing them up, he was determined to remain alone during these times. Past, present, and future. Never was he going to put his trust in someone else’s hands, nor trusting someone to watch his back, it was never his style anyways…it was best to just go at things alone. Maybe after this little cycle of whatever was done, he could find a way to free Yeul, or with the power of Chaos…perhaps this could be done. If he proved himself a worthy tool, maybe the god himself would be able to free both him and his seeress friend from this terrible fate they’d been doomed with. It was wishful thinking…and perhaps enough motivation to keep him here and at bay.

With the weight of his sword on his back, Caius stood up straight, his arms folded across his chest as his violet eyes were directed towards a red head in a long red coat. A poet or something by the sounds of it. It didn’t faze Caius one bit, but looking around at the other faces, he could see those more driven by darkness. A man with an eye patch, another who just didn’t seem to belong, and even a blonde haired dragoon woman, boy was there quite the variety hm? Turning his gaze from the other warriors being summoned here, Caius looked to Chaos, stepping forward. “As a servant of Chaos already…I see no point in declaring my loyalty when it is already there.” He commented briefly as his eyes gave off a red hue. He had Valhalla’s chaos at his command, not to mention Chaos Bahamut, it was no question of where his loyalties laid, he was ready to get out there and raise some hell…if not to save himself and Yeul, but to punish those who had it off much better than he did.

Life was cruel, it was unfair, and maybe this little battle was exactly what Caius needed to give himself a bit of motivation, as well as get back on his course to freeing his friend and ending the timeline as we know it. Little by little…this plan would be accomplished, and if that meant fighting various cycles of war between Harmony and Discord, then so be it, never once had he complained about a fight before.

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Words:[/color] 699
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Dem warriors!
Wearing:[/color] His usual fabulous stuff.
Listening To:[/color] Nothing
Notes:[/color] B| May the darkness be with you. (or force, I dunno)

[Leonhart]

Hell.

Leon had thought he knew what the term meant. Now he wasn't so sure. Standing calmly, his entire demeanor as if this was an everyday occurrence, beneath was a man overcome with confusion. Confusion because he suddenly found himself standing in a crowd of people he didn't know, in an area he had never seen before. On top of that, Leon couldn't seem to piece together the timeline of his memories. They were all there, or so he thought, but everything was so mixed up that he couldn't make heads or tails on what was what. He could see his sisters smiling face, and then he could see Maetus. There was Firion, and then the memory of him dragging Maria through an old watch tower. That made him flinch, but it ran itself through his mind over and over, repeating the pain of knowing he had somehow harmed his sister.

He didn't know how, but in some way those memories were the reason he was here. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that they were animals being gathered for slaughter. Nor could he shake the feeling that he wasn't supposed to be here. Yet he refused to try and escape. Instead he stood firm, face void of emotion as he glanced from the men -and women- there around him, to the god like being that was resting on the throne before them. Who this man was, he didn't know, but Leon wasn't intimidated. He'd faced his own demons in the past. This had to be just one more demon to face.

And then the god like form began to speak. Leon glanced at him through attentive eyes, yet he kept his stance carefully guarded. The being answered the questions that he had, at least some of them. The god of discord? Leon knew then, the truth plain before him. He was nothing but a puppet once more, simply with a different master to pull the strings. He felt his heart fall. This was to be his destiny then? The face of his sister came back to his mind, along with his 'brother', and another face, one that faced the open sea. He flinched slightly then, shifting his weight between his feet to cover the movement. Freedom was unattainable. He was envious of the lady pirate he had met, with so much freedom, but here he was, stuck in a never ending cycle that would only end in death. The despair that he felt led to his recognizing a certain fact. He was damned if he did and damned if he didn't. In other words, he could choose to become a warrior of this Chaos and be 'damned' in the fact that he would never truly attain freedom, but he was 'damned' if he didn't, in the fact that refusing would mean instant death.

Leon wasn't stupid enough to think he could get away with rebellion in this situation. 'Forgive me,' he silently pleaded to his sister. His time there was gone, and now he had to face this world, this demon. It would end in death, but he had no choice. Death was far better then this 'life' that he lived currently. Waiting patiently, Leon softly joined in with the two others that had spoken. "You damn us to this hell, but such is inescapable." In one simple sentence he had sealed his fate.

Or had he?

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Muse:; Great
Tagged:; Chaos + Chaos warriors
Location:; Chaos' place of beauty
Outfit:; Clickeh!
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Listening To:;[/color]Tangled up in You - Staind

[garland]

One more warrior showed up to the Edge of Madness. He was no newcomer to the war - in fact, it was he who started this war. The Predecessor to Discord. The predecessor to Chaos himself. Under the guidance of Cid of the Lufaine, he had started the last War of the Gods... and now, the war was starting itself again. Dragged back here to this infernal dimension, to this hell of endless battles and war. There was no honor, no glory here - merely death and the thrill of combat.

Of course, such things and more Garland was used to.

He slowly marched up the steps, his expressionless glowing eyes gleaming through his helmet as he looked at each newcomer in turn. It had been a meeting for allegiance, so he saw no familiar faces. But he would know then in due time. Aside from that, they were all the same. All of them wanting to take the throne of Discord, and of Harmony, wanting to either destroy or rule everything. All the warriors of Chaos played for one another - creating alliances, backstabbing one another, manipulating those weaker or dumber than they are. Garland had seen all their ploys.

He himself had no ambition. He had only one purpose and one purpose only - to serve the God of Discord, and see the war through to the very end, no matter how long the cycles last. The War lasted thirteen cycles before Cid interfered. Would Cid interfere this time? Or would the war once again drag on endlessly and despair consumed everyone - or would, if they still had their memories?

Stepping calmly past the gathered warriors, he took his place, standing to the right of the god, his eyes gazing at everyone impassively. He did not speak - there was no reason to speak right now. All they were doing was offering their allegiance to the God of Discord. There would be time for Garland to speak soon enough, soon enough for the warriors of Chaos, both new and old to meet...

And soon enough, the endless cycles would begin once again.

[Ark Angel HM]

Once again, unable to crush or destroy those from the foolish side of light... the Ark Angel found himself standing in hell itself. Magma bubbled to his surroundings, heat was unbearable and the demonic stench this place emanated. This sanctuary, felt like smelled like a rotted corpse, the gothic structure of the throne were the high ranked demon rested its beastly body. As the majestic being stood from its throne, the Ark Angel could not smile more blatantly feeling all the chaos that this monster shed. If this was the demon of all, Ark Angel will see no problem in following its chaotic lead and bring down humankind and their filthy existence.

The bringer of doom named itself Chaos... God of Discord! The crystal warrior could not be more eager to listed to the words of such a powerful being. After the God spoke about his intentions, the demonic blood inside Ark Angle almost boiled in excitement. His swords almost tasted the flesh of those dirty humans that have taken over the worlds, and he could not desire more than anything to see a world filled were demons reigned.

Ark Angel looked to his surroundings, even though this was a chaotic field, oblivious humans were still among those who will serve this demon. This is how things are supposed to be, demons are of higher quality of organism, just because they do not share human's conscience which makes them a superior race. One of them, whose clothing resembled an amateur, started to pout about being sent to this place, "Pathetic..." Ark Angel sighed and raised an eyebrow in return while mumbling about his stupidity.

Following him, a man with the aura of chaos stood up front. Ark Angel looked upon this man and realized how demonic he has become while bearing the whole essence of the underworld in its flesh. Ark Angel loved his words, knowing that is an absolute truth that why pledge when their whole live has been serving the reign of discord.

Ark Angel ignored entirely the other crybaby that showed up... If one will start whining from the beginning the one shall be slain. The crystal warrior was quite disgusted by some picks of the demon lord, however, he will blatantly serve and when the heroes of light are destroyed, he will personally erase these humans.

With a smile on his face, Ark Angel stood beside the one with the heart of chaos and crossed its arms while staring at the God of Discord. "Let my sword be yours, may chaos reign over the apathy of humans... He said hinting his intentions, standing in his position to not allow those who mopped in tears here to side with him. The Ark Angel secured a place among the warriors of darkness serving the God of Discord and his world of chaos

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Count: 481
Next: Not a human please

[Noctis Lucis Caelum]

It had taken a struggle for Noctis to convince himself he was in the right company.

Actually, it wasn't the company that convinced him. What he saw around him was a motley crew of individuals. They were of all shapes and sizes, male and female. None looked outstandingly fearsome, save for some strange choices in attire. Among them, Noctis likely did not seem to particularly fit, with his relatively average stature and simpler attire. The place itself wasn't much more comforting to look at than those around him. Noctis had never imagined hell as looking anything other than the landscape of this miserably barren place, and had seen no more convincing devil than the beast before him on the throne. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought he had died, and this was his punishment.

But this was the path he'd chosen, wasn't it? He had decided to take up the task of defending the crystal, and in that he'd been constantly on the search for greater power. To seem like something more than a man. And through that effort, Noctis had moved to the point that made him believe it wasn't a mistake that he'd been thrust into this strange, hellish place. The strangers here shared with him the same look he recognized from his own mirror on most days. Noctis could barely look at them, having realized that. He was resigned to stand separate of them, ignoring any gazes that came his way, and wait for an explanation for what he'd been brought here for. It made him sick to think of what a place like this could provide for anyone...

But who was he to say he couldn't find something here to make sure he never lost control of the crystal? Noctis was at a loss...because he knew at the moment, he no longer had the powers that the crystal granted him. He was a shell now...empty, with only what this place had to offer to fill him. The feeling was one he despised the moment it had hit him.

The demon, whom he knew inexplicably to be the god of discord, finally made his way to his - or its - feet and started to address them. Noctis found his eyes wandering to the rest of them for their reactions. His own reaction was something he didn't want to find out about. He was offering basically what Noctis had been expecting - power. A constant war...Noctis knew all about fighting some other man's war. It was what he'd been doing all along, really. The conflict over the crystal was a war his father had continued from his father, and his father before him. It all ran together in his mind now, like a constantly repeating record. Being thrown at an enemy he truly didn't know was not a foreign feeling to Noctis. It was something he now realized he'd grown tired of...but it sounded like he had replaced one fight he was impassive towards for another one, and he'd have to fight by necessity. Being a useless vessel here wouldn't cut it. Noctis figured if he could, if nothing else, gain something here that would help him in his real task.

And he didn't need to let anyone know he had his reservations. He needed to be a threat, so they'd leave him alone. It was as it had always been in that regard.

The offer was made by the god, and more than one were willing to express their acceptance in various ways. Noctis took in a breath. He did not want anyone here thinking he was exactly like them...but he knew - or thought, considering the broken record in his head - that there was no difference at the base. They were all here because they were warriors willing to fight whatever was placed in front of them. Noctis would need this power to fight that fight...he'd always needed it.

He stepped forward, silently, drawing himself in among those who had already decided to take this "gift". "I'll take what you give," he said, solemnly, and left it at that. He couldn't bring himself to be as bold as some of the rest.

Words - 751
Muse - Great!
Notes - Eh, this was pretty bad. [/size]

[angel4]

A man, better known for his blind loyalty and righteous decisions, was brought back to life from those who reign under the crust of the earth. After retrieving his sword from the grave where he used to rest, Leo stood in front of the one that summoned his soul back from purgatory. It was painful to encounter Sabin and Celes after so many years... and also being unable to go along their will, unfortunately, he was bound by the chains of loyalty towards the one that brought him back to the world of the living ones. Or at least... that is was is correct for him.

There was nothing worse than this place. It was terrifying and unbearable. Leo could not believe that he was destined to this only for his unavailability to stop what needed to be stopped... he wished that his life remained dormant for eternity. A horned creature, bearing the power of the demons and resembled one of the magi triad introduced itself as Chaos the God of Discord. This being... its gestures, its intentions and its body language could say that there is someone in this universe of worlds that can be worst than Kefka. He saw as the monster pressed its feet on the burning ground and spread its wings widely. Even though he was death, the lost general could still be intimidated by the foul monster that gathered all those surrounding him.

There was a combination of humans, demons and unclassified beings in this place. Leo could see their malevolence just by staring to their eyes while others bore pity and despair. Leo was one of those who was in despair, hopeless to this life hunting those who once he had for friends. There was nothing he can do, he was destined to this and the only way to keep a World of Balance is for ones to play the white pieces and others to play with the black ones.

While others showed allegiance to the devilish God, Leo felt a bit hesitant for the moment... it was very hard to bear the task of destruction and grim. He doubted he could put a sword on Celes. His mind was overwhelmed with all the thoughts and indecision, what he does realizes is that in the end, there is absolutely no choice but to serve the ones that brought him to life and protect the world from falling off Balance.

The general kept his sword close to him while standing up front and nodding to the God... not a single world was told to the mighty creature. He then stood back and remained silent for the rest of the gathering while others made their decisions.

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Count: 451
Next: EVIL
Notes: None

[Seifer Almasy]

Seifer's foot tapped repeatedly, impatiently, even maddeningly, against the hard floor of Chaos' abode. And to the same rhythm that his foot tapped, so did the back edge of his Gunblade tap against his shoulder. This place, the wait, they were already bothering him. Too many questions: Where was he? How did he get here? Who were all these other people standing alongside him? Where had he even come from before here...? Was there a place before here...? Seifer felt like he should know all those things, but as hard as the thought it just wouldn't seem to come together for him.

Ultimecia ...... Squall ...... Rinoa ...... Garden ...... SeeD ......

Blurry faces, thoughts that didn't quite connect, pieces missing; none of it made any clear sense. Whatever he hadn't forgotten was so jumbled in his mind that remembering it seemed worthless anyway. Could he find answers from this God-like creature? Or maybe it was his burning itch for battle that would help him find clarity? Finally, Chaos spoke to them; his words were cold, and bloodthirsty, but something about them rang true, stirred him. His ego wanted to rebel against the superior, bossy tone that Chaos took with them, but his heart couldn't help but swell at the thought of receiving power.

The gift of this power -- it wasn't fully matured or developed in him, but Seifer felt a rush as the God of Discord made his mark on him. Suddenly, at least something seemed clear; he was given enhanced power, and he had to use it. He wasn't entirely sure who his enemies were, or even all of why they were his enemies; but he had strength, and he would crush his enemies with it. An all-too-familiar arrogant smirk crossed his features and finally, the tapping stopped as he stood still, turning his head to the others.

"Listen up!" he called, cutting the air with his Gunblade in a gesture of emphasis, "We've all got the same mission... But don't think that makes us a team! Keep outta my way, and I'll crush anyone who opposes us!"

Now it was beginning to make sense. He could feel some of their eyes turning toward him, looking at him with disapproval. None of them understood him! His exceptional talent, his ambition... Nobody else could understand the breadth of his vision! They couldn't recognize his ability, or that he was the best among them. He would be a chosen knight, an elite and trusted protector; a romantic ambition only he could fulfill; a Knight of Chaos.

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Word Count: 450-ish.
Muse is Feeling: Eager to Gunblade someone!
Wearing: A really sweet coat.
Listening to: "Find Your Way - Arrange" from Dissidia
Tagged: All you Chaos-riffic folks.

[Jihl Nabaat]

Jihl knew all too well as to why she had been summoned here. For all she had done back on Cocoon with using and practically destroying the Katzroy family for the sake of research and fighting back Pulse, she understood all too well as to why she would be here to fight for the side of discord and Chaos. All her life she had destroyed the lives of innocence people. It was all she practically knew how to do now.

Looking around at her comrades-in-arms, she noticed a wide variety of fighters. Some were heavily armored to the point where it was impossible to see even their faces, while others just wore simple outfits and didn’t seem to have any weapons on them. It made her wonder how they would fight against the warriors of Cosmos, and what made them so dark and twisted and evil that they would end up fighting for the side of evil. Though, some probably weren’t as horrible as she thought them to be. Most likely just being the way they were, much like her. And then she couldn’t help but wonder who would be fighting for Cosmos’ side. There was sure to be one of those l’Cie brats fighting for her side. She wondered if she would end up fighting against one of them. Though, the chances were probably slim, especially since someone else from Chaos’ side could find them first them and get rid of them. Or be beaten. Well, she knew one thing for sure. Even if she had to fight for the side of evil there as no one she was going to lose against anyone. It was in her blood not to lose. She hadn’t lost for all of those years and she wasn’t about to start now.

Suddenly, the great being who sat in the just as great throne stood and began to speak to Jihl and the other warriors. Her head snapped up and mind focused on the god Chaos as he told them what they were called to do. As she spoke she realized what was truly at stake at here. If they did not wish to be a part of the side of evil, then they were nothing to Chaos, and they would be wiped from this world and theirs. No matter what, even if she didn’t want to fight for the side of discord, there was no choice in the matter now. It was either die fighting, or die, and Jihl knew it was better to die fighting with some sense o honor and dignity than rathe decline an offer from a god and have your existence swept away. She let out a breath, and closed her eyes for a second, taking a split second to come to her decision, even though she already knew what needed to be said. Opening her eyes, she crossed her arms over her chest and spoke, “So be it.” She was sure that was all the affirmation that was needed for a god, such as Chaos.

Another voice then spoke up, and Jihl turned towards where the sound had come from, her eyes falling upon what seemed to be a young man wearing a large coat with a scar across his face and a gunblade in his hand. She sneered at the weapon, and tuned out his voice. It didn’t matter what he said. She wouldn’t follow him either way. She just had to do her job, just like always.

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Words: 587
Muse: Great!
Notes: --

[Kirtana Thrakena (Dragoon)]

She shouldn't be here.

Not that she knew exactly where 'here' was anyway. she didn't think it was good manners to drag someone out of their lives and bring them so such a hell anyway. But she wasn't complaining. Not until she knew what the hell was going on here, and who the god like being sitting on the throne was. He seemed to be taking his dear sweet time answering that question too, a fact that definitely didn't amuse her. But as nothing could be done about it and she highly doubted she could beat it out of him, she was content to simply sit and wait for the answer to be given to them. In the meantime, Kirtana sized up the rest of the people that were standing around her. Like herself, they all seemed to simply have realized they could do nothing but wait. Each had that look about them, she caught on quickly. None looked exactly like heroes that were portrayed in stories. Showing nothing in her features, she sized up each and every one of them.

And there was sure a variety. Kirtana couldn't seem to remember exactly what had been happening before she had found herself being dragged here. She could remember memories and events, but putting them together seemed a giant challenge to her. But something she did know was that one man seemed familiar in some way. While sizing up the entire crowd, Kirtana's eyes were drawn over and over again to the brooding young man that stood quietly. Thus far he hadn't said much of anything, but then again, no one really had. Something about him seemed like she should know, and so she found herself shifting ever so slightly in her stance to see him as the crowd itself continued to block her vision.

But she couldn't seem to remember exactly who he was. That frustrated her, and she blew out a breath because of that frustration. Her mind was fuzzy, like she just couldn't think properly. To a soldier, that was one of the most unsettling thoughts you could have. Indeed it was making her uncomfortable as well, but she didn't allow herself to show such weakness. She was, after all, a soldier, her life based on her ability to survive in situations such as this. Especially since she fully expected someone to turn on her. Perhaps it would be the young man she thought she should know. 'Or perhaps you're simply paranoid.', she thought to herself with another irritated glance toward the figure sitting there.

Before he finally spoke. Outwardly she showed nothing, while she seethed on the inside. How dare this god of discord simply cart them all away and demand they join his forces?! Who did he think he was, doing such?! Blue eyes turned stormy as she gazed at him in disdain. Her tongue she held though. This was neither the time nor place to call into question what was being spoken. Still, she wanted to show her anger at the way this god had went about it. She wasn't out to start a war between harmony and discord. Hell, she wanted to be back in her unit in Niflheim, not this sorry excuse for hell. Sure, perhaps she had done certain things that hadn't exactly been peaceable, but did that mean she wanted to join a war against evil and good? Hell no.

The way these men were pledging themselves to chaos repulsed her. Had they nothing better to do? Crossing her arms over her chest, she contained her thoughts and simply watched the scene unfold. Until the softly spoken words of a warrior close to her caused her to glance over to him. Yes...yes they had been damned to this. But he also caused her to look at the situation. And he was right. Now that they were here there was no rebelling. Even if they didn't like it. And she didn't like it, not a damned bit. Glowering inside, Kirtana wished she could tell the god just what it was that she was thinking, yet she carefully bridled her tongue and masked her emotions. And yet she refused to pledge herself to this. Aye, she would fight, but she would do it only for life. To rebel was to die, intelligence forced her to realize the situation she was in. She gained no pleasure from that knowledge, but she would face it as she always did, with dignity and pride.

Yes, they had been damned.

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Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Those people!
Location:; Chaos' residence!
Outfit:; Normal
Notes:; --
Listening To:;[/color] Prima Dona - Chevelle

[qator]

This wasn’t Oriens. This wasn’t the Milites Empire. Qator was smart enough to not question anything right now as he stood amongst quite the variety of warriors. They all seemed to have their own little oddities. Some didn’t even look as if they belonged here, Qator had been wondering why he – a simple military general – had been dragged to fight a war of gods and goddesses. It was all so weird, but he hadn’t been the only one pulled from his world of Oriens. He’d noticed his colleague, Qun’mi, a fellow l’cie and someone whom he trusted the most among all of these dark souls. He stood back in the background with silence, watching each soldier declare their loyalty whether it was verbally or silently. A few of them definitely belonged here, that white haired man, speaking of apathy, and the man decked out in purple and feathers, their attitudes simply screamed for the side of Chaos, but there were a few that simply didn’t fit. A dark haired young man, two of them to be exact, and then the other male who wore a long red coat.

I guess even gods couldn’t get their choices right, hm?

Qator shook his head at their claims and outbursts among one another. This was going to be a living nightmare, a headache that wasn’t about to end anytime soon, but if he wanted to get home…if he AND Qun’mi wanted to get home, they’d have no choice but to fight or die trying. At least that’s what the ultimatum seemed like. With silence flowing through this hellish domain, Qator finally spoke up, but he didn’t bother taking any steps forward or even seeming all that interested in this war among peace and discord. “Looks like we don’t have much of a choice here, does it?” he spoke rather sarcastically before shaking his head again, placing his arms across his chest as he muttered out a brief “fine” before shooting a glance at each chaotic warrior again. This was really going to be a mess.

Good grief it was difficult enough to get soldiers to behave, especially when they were on the same side and had aspirations of the same idea, this was going to be like a giant game of tug of war. Each man or woman here had intentions, it’s why they were the ones summoned here versus others. They had a mindset of their own and only wanted what would benefit them, they wouldn’t be a team, nor would they work together well in the end. All Qator could do during this time is look out for himself, not cause any rifts between this odd group and just watch them crumble over time. If they crumbled, it would be a lost battle, and perhaps that’s what he wanted. A lost or won battle meant the cycle would be over, would it not? That meant he could go home once the war was all over here. Win or lose, he’d still get back to his aid in the Empire, hopefully Cid didn’t notice his or Qun’mi’s absence. This would be one of those things you simply couldn’t explain.

“Are we just going to stand here and pledge an allegiance to Chaos? Or are we going to get this war over with? I’d like to go home.”

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[Qun'mi Tru'e]

Well this had to be one of the strangest situations she had been part of in a long while. Keeping her arms crossed over her chest, the young blonde held her helmet in her fingers and watched the scene unfolding before her. She had to admit that she didn't quite know where it was that they were, but she had to say that they sure tried to make this look a whole lot like hell. She didn't hold to that idea, and figured when you died you were just dead, but to each their own. Still, she didn't feel dead, so that couldn't be it anyway. And everyone around her looked damned healthy too. The unfortunate part was that she couldn't seem to remember what she had been doing before she had come here. Memories seemed foggy, as if she was trying to connect the dots between one event and the next. Yes, timelines were blurry, which made it damned hard to figure out what had led to being here.

At least she knew one of the bodies that warmed the place. Standing beside Qator, her higher ranking general, she felt content that whatever the hell was going on here, he would have her back and she his. That made her confident in the situation, which radiated from her stance. She even had a bit of a devilish smirk on her lips while she looked between the different men and women that were present. For once she remained silent, letting her blue eyes swing from one to the next. There were some impressive specimens of the male gender, that she could appreciate, and didn't mind doing so. Like the man in the black trenchcoat, young, sure, but he looked like he knew his stuff. And the one with the blue tinted dark hair.

And then the big-ass ugly throne sitting guy started in with his piece. Qun'mi's eyes swung toward the figure looking so intimidating there, and bit back a laugh at how ridiculous his speech was. Classic. Of course this was some battle between dark and light. Oh yeah, what was this? Some comic book that had turned into real life? She scoffed lightly, rolling her eyes heavenward. And then she had to start thinking about it. Hell, she had done bad things in her lifetime, killed a few people, taken a few things that didn't belong to her, but that had mostly been because her position as an elite member of Cid's army. It sure as hell didn't mean that she was on the 'evil' side of the spectrum. Did it? Though she had never labeled herself as a 'good girl', Qun'mi had never thought of herself or Qator as evil. Yet here the man was, telling them that they were going to fight for him, Chaos, to battle back peace? Sounded like a whole lot of damned trouble for her and Qator in regards to a god they didn't give a damn about. She liked a good batle, sure, but did she want to start wars willy nilly just so this Chaos could get some sick pleasure from destruction? Hell no.

But looking around her at those that were pledging themselves, either willingly or begrudgingly, Qun'mi realized that she couldn't just walk away from this. "Shit," she muttered to herself and Qator. There was no doubt that the Chaos would eliminate them if they tried to walk away. This 'request' to fight for him was nothing less then an order. Damn, she hated taking orders, Qator could vouch for that. And the commands she did honor sure as hell weren't given by some stupid god that just wanted to destroy some goddess she didn't give a damn about. Glancing at Qator, Qun'mi waited for him to speak. Whatever HE said was going to be her decision as well, but she had already figured out what he would probably say. The god had backed them into a corner, and in order to live through the day they were going to have to do what this damned Chaos wanted, even if it left a bitter taste in her mouth to be bossed around in such a high handed manner.

Qator decided it for them. With a resigned sigh, Qun'mi realized they were going to have to do their bidding. And damn, she wasn't happy about it. But they had to make the best out of this situation, fight these battles, and then hopefully get sent back to Oriens with their lives. "Stay alive Blondie," she said almost cheerfully, slapping his backside before walking past him and away. There was a blonde with a big-ass gun she wanted to talk to. Turning around as she walked, she winked at the blonde she had come with. "And keep that ass intact, would you? Shame to lose it." Her smirk didn't quit as she swaggered toward the blonde

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Location:; Chaos' relm!
Outfit:; Military
Notes:; --
Listening To:;[/color] Not Ready To Make Nice - Dixie Chicks

[garland]

Everyone had pledged their allegiance to the God of Chaos - or remained silent. But mattered little either way. Garland knew that they either accepted or were destroyed. He recalled that offer being made to the past warriors of Discord as well. They had accepted it - with a fair bit of resentment, but that was unavoidable. It seems this batch did the same. However, he noted that some of them held what seemed to be sadness at being on the side of discord. His eyes narrowed. They needed watching before they defected.

He wondered, though, if any of them would try to leave this cycle and desert Chaos. Or Cosmos for that matter. That was something of his secondary job - he was to make sure no one left the cycle, or at least prevented them as best he could. He recalled two warriors, one from Cosmos and the other from Chaos, leaving the cycle. He did not know what happened to them, but there was no doubt they did not return here... or to their own homes, at least until the War was finished.

He knew that every one of them probably had their own agendas. What they were, Garland couldn't divine yet. But their intentions would probably show in due time. As for him, his only duty and goal was to keep the cycles going and fight for Chaos as long as he could. He had no interest in such petty schemes. He did what was necessary, no more, no less. Still, he could not help but wonder what the past generation of Chaos warriors would think of this new group. No doubt they would use them as pawns for their own schemes.

But that was neither here nor there. All that mattered now was the War.

He stepped forward, his glowing eyes impassively looking at the crowd gathered before him. "Warriors of Discord," he called out, his voice booming above everyone. "You have pledged your allegiance to Chaos. You now but have one goal: To defeat the warriors of harmony and of Cosmos. Nothing else matters. Emerge victorious, and we shall soon fight the goddess of harmony herself. Do not fail or falter. Prove yourself worthy of fighting for the God of Discord." He did not mention how long they would be fighting, nor that the cycles would repeat over and over. There was no reason to. They would find out for themselves if they won.

Garland now only had one last thing to say: "Prepare for battle."

[Genesis Rhapsodos]

Genesis saw no reason to waste anymore time. If this really was his punishment for the things he had done, then so be it. His concerns were mostly with what he would be appointed to do here in this fight rather than worrying about something as petty as the way someone was dressed. Honestly, his attire was nothing terrible compared to some. Personally, he didn't care about these people. As far as he knew it, they too were here to serve under the god of discord for one thing or another. Regardless, they all had to fight a battle whether they liked it or not. So why stall and only get yourself eliminated faster?

It was true that Genesis regretted ending up here but not to the point of being a crybaby or anything of that nature. He just regretted the things he had done to get him here. Now that he had finished saying what he had to, he managed to collect himself enough to look over at those that were gathered here. There were three women in the group. Unlike one of the women, who seemed to be viewing at most of the men here as if they were eye candy, Genesis made no real note of their appearances before examining the other males of the group. One looked like an Indian and was decked out in purple. He couldn't have come from Cosmo Canyon since they didn't have head dresses like this man.

There also appeared to be some of their number that looked as though they didn't belong here as well or liked being here like the bold one that told people to stay out of his way. He could tell at a glance at the dark haired one adorned in black clothing, possibly mostly leather too that he didn't seem to belong. Then, there were two others, one that chose not to speak and looked like some sort of general and another that appeared to be like some kind of knight. Indeed, their group was rather diverse. One even sounded like a demon and honestly, Genesis wasn't surprised but that didn't mean he enjoyed being here. Still, it was his punishment so he would fulfill what he was tasked with. He was a monster. There was nothing else really for him to do except continue to be a monster.

When most of the group gave their allegiance, Genesis watched as another figure seemed to appear. He had been standing there the whole time in the background adorned in armor. Listening to what he was saying, the man was already issuing them forth toward the start of the battle against harmony. Never the less, Genesis looked to Chaos to make sure that it was his biding and not the other trying to take control over them all.