Old Memories die hard.. (open)

Dusty... 


The long eared man covered his mouth and his eyes as he kept walking... 

Memories plagued him during his trip throughout the desert, and he kept a short supply of water near him. He wouldn't go into the desert without the precious supply now. He had heard that heartless plagued the castle in the middle of the desert but it just brought back memories that hurt him.

Jak managed to cough out a few words "Father, ... I'm sorry i wasn't there..." 

He managed to drip some water into his mouth as he kept going, but the illusions of the wastelands and Sig falling to the darkness haunted him. 

Ashelin, Torn and all his friends were gone... 

This wasn't true...

It couldn't be true..

Jak held his head "SHUT UP!!!!"

A crackle of lightning came out of his body hiding the secrets that he had held inside..

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Through the desert wind, all was barren, all was quite natural until with a burst of indigo dark light, a black, swirling portal opened on the remains of a strange self-deprecated, half still-standing ruin in the middle of the desert. A tall body swept from the depths, masked from head to foot in a black cloak. His face completely undistinguishable without a close look, except for the eyes which were a bright amber, which stood out over the rest of his appearance. “Go, find the target,” he said, apparently to himself as there was seemingly no-one else around. On his last word exactly, several bursts of light shot from the ground and three several strange creatures stood before the man. They had small thin bodies which contorted oddly in the wind, each of them had a zipped up mouth, no visible hands or feet except for sharp pointed tentacle-like arms and pointed thing legs which continued to flex and deform. It was an hour before one of the strange creatures returned, nodding at him before bending it's body so it pointed, northwest. It led the cloaked man back to the location of whatever it was they were ordered to look for. He looked down, disgustedly, at a crumpled body lying face-down in the sand. “This is the one?” His left boot pressed down hard on the back of the forlorn form who lied crumpled before him, a sense of foreboding malice crossing his face. “Awaken, if you wish to survive,” he said, giving the body, a rough kick, rolling it over on his front. “I don't have time to deal with individuals as weak as you,” he said, turning his back, the ends of his cloak flapping in the desert wind as he did so. All of the creatures continued to circle and dance, waiting for their order, their chance to strike.

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The winds let a blowing sound howl through the desert but you see the body laying there wasn't completely out. Jak could feel the boot stomp on his back as he gritted his teeth. "Weak?" That was a understatement. Jak hated that word and as he was being flipped over, he coughed and swore a string of words.

Jak's head started to ache and crackling of thunder came out of his body as he prepared for his change. He held his head and black horns jutted out of Jak's head, he had large black fingernails and his face and hair were purple and white.

In a dark demonic voice, Dark Jak roared. "As you were saying?"

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The hooded man flew a ways backwards away from the crumpled but transformed creature before him. As he fell back his hood slipped off, revealing the face behind the cloak. The x-shaped scar emblazoned across the face, the long blue hair flowing down his back and the thin-cut amber eyes. His eyes narrowed even more as he glared at the beast before him. The formerly tan skin and his dirty green/blond hair had also faded into a grey tone. The eyes had become unnaturally black and twisted up in a malevolent look and his fingernails became sharp and needle-like. “You are some kind of beast or monster,” he said in the same monotone-like, calm voice. The savage desert wind blew hard, making it difficult for each of them to see the other through it but neither of them took their eyes away. “I understand now.” He put his arm out straight and in a burst of light and white sparks, his weapon materialized in his left hand. A Claymore, large and forebodingly, shaped like the Nobody emblem.“Don't worry, I'll make this as painless as I can,” he uttered, his voice remaining as calm as ever. “Now begone,” he said, flying ahead in a burst of speed, his Claymore held high in position, ready to make the first swing.

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Dark Jak noticed the hooded man had hopped back but the hood had dropped and frowned and smirked "Yes...I am... Don't underestimate me... I don't think you know who you are dealing with, stranger."

The beast eyed the weapon called a "Claymore" in the stranger's hands.

However the sandstorms of Agrabah was making it hard for him to see his opponent. But at least his opponent couldn't see him as well. The element of surprise could work in this area.

Dark Jak's steps were quieted as Jak's primal urges were moving across the sand. Watching the large weapon, he'd watch his step.

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Stopping in mid-flight, he hovered in one spot for a few seconds before landing back on the bricked ruins once again with a cold, hard stare over his face. Saix pointed one gloved hand at the creature crouched in the same spot, through the thick roar of the sandstorm around them which was ferociously buffeting them and making it difficult to make a lock on his target. A situation like this requires tactics and not to rush in against a unknown opponent especially now he knew why he was sent. In this kind of position, it would be better suited for a pawn to survey the situation. His gloved hand moved up slowly and then faced the sky. The contortions of the dusk's around them, stopped immediately and each one at the same time jumped and then flew downward onto the monstrous form of the 'target' enveloping him like a cage. “Let us see,” he said in his deep monotone voice, watching it closely for movement from a slight distance. “Prove to me, you are worth keeping alive!” He readied his Claymore for a counter, on the off chance he was able to escape the dusks. "...then we shall cross blades."

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Dark Jak's figure was just about to fight the strange "man" when the storms were suddenly getting worse. Black creatures fell from the sky and almost suddenly restricted the dark creatures movement like some sort of cage around him. The dark creature roared loudly and instantly got to work. The dark creature punched his fist through the dark cage, trying to damage the dark creatures structure around him. The electricity he gave off grew stronger by the moment and if the dark creatures couldn't handle him now, the dark eco would slowly take over the creatures.

The cage slowly weakened as Dark Jak fought to throw the creatures to the sand. Hopefully they would fade.

As the storms worsened, "I guess I did underestimate you after all, stranger... But I'm not finished yet."

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The wind roared again and a thick cloud of desert sand blanketed each of them, blocking the other from view. The only thing that was visible was the odd purple spark of electricity jutting between the cage of dusks, every so often. The cloaked man watched from the sidelines, carefully analysing the outcome of the battle. Seeing that it was time to strike and to finish the job, he threw his gloved hand up, once again before closing his hand into a tight fist. “Begone,” he said in his permanently composed voice. The dusks closed in readying themselves for a final attack on the struggling man or monster in their grasp. “I don't know what you are, but you have fallen – that is how it had to be.” The conflict was over in his eyes, he turned his back, placing his arm out to summon a Portal of Darkness for his next battle.

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The dark creature was not finished yet, Saix was making a bad move there. As the dusks closed in on the dark creature, there was a roar and a purple flash of dark eco making the dusks fall to the sand and disappear. As Saix was "leaving", the Dark creature tried to see through the desert sand and aimed a well timed ball of dark eco at Saix.

Someone surely had to notice the fight between the nobody and the dark creature nearby coming from the castle, but nobody would be foolish enough to go in a sandstorm this bad.

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The battle was now over in his mind. He stepped forward , continuing to walk towards the now open spiralling portal before him. Quite suddenly, he moved silently and rapidly on his left foot just slightly, just as a ball of dark eco flew at him – leaving a slight cut on his cheek. The remainder of the blast shot straight through the still open portal. He turned back quickly, his eyes burning with cold malice while his face still showed no emotion as it always did. “Impressive.” he said in a matter of fact way. “Just a few second later and 'that' would have hit,” he said coldly, throwing his arm over to point at the portal which closed on itself, immediately. “Now the real fight can begin!”

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Dark Jak did smirk just a bit. So Saix was testing him? This could turn out to be interesting after all? Maybe Jak would let him keep control of his body just for as long as this fight went on.

But one thing annoyed him, that well timed dark eco blast, cut only Saix's cheek and flew into the dark portal ahead of him.

Wonder who it would hit or where it went anyway.

Dark Jak stepped forward again, his arms and feet trained like a animal ready to attack it's prey.

"Well then, let's fight then."

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Saïx stood staring right into the blackened eyes of the creature, the ends of his cloak billowing in the weakening winds. The storm was dying down now and visibility was becoming clearer, it'd be easier to strike now. Pulling his Claymore from the ground, he readied it, figuratively targeting where his first strike would hit on the creatures body. “I want to see you die fighting,” he said, softly. In a matter of milliseconds, he was gone. He had shot forward to make several strikes. A fast diagonal slash and then another and then another followed with a mighty downward strike. The blunt edge of his Lunatic clashed with the ancient floor, cracking and smashing the relic tiles into tiny shards. “No escape,” he said, as a sudden visible change came over Saïx, his eyes began to change into a deeper yellow color and his hair started to spike.

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