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Xion >>> ORDINARYVILLE <<<
Ordinaryville! A simple little quiet coastal resort town. It's the perfect destination for visiting tourists, none of which ever end up getting kidnapped and sacrificed.

Our diverse staff (We're an equal opportunity employer that does not discriminate based on religious beliefs) will show you to your rooms (which are certified death-trap free), serve you delicious tropical food (contains no corruptive contaminants), and help you get signed up for our world-class snorkeling excursions (which are not sending you to something's feeding grounds).

Or - if you'd rather relax inside, come visit our complimentary on-site library, stocked to the effigies with literature not meant for human eyes - that is, not meant for human eyes because it's so enchanting - er, enthralling - er, so... just generally so good.

Really, nothing weird is going on here. If there was something weird going on, why would this place be named Ordinaryville, after all? Just relax.

>> ON LOCATION <<

At a shockingly up-front feeling resort in the greater bird-territories of Kale Hearthward - that is certainly the front for nothing and nobody - Xion emerges from the poolside showers in a black two-piece swimsuit of moderate and athletic cut and a single magenta quarterline vertically aligned, finding a fresh robe in fluffy cream white had replaced her removed black coat.

"Well that's not right at all." The Nobody complains, looking around the completely abandoned heated pool area of the resort, eerie in the silence. "I need to find housekeeping and get my coat back. Who takes a coat like mine? Everyone calls it 'culty', sheesh. Make up your minds."
Raziel A day ago, Kale made a bold declaration.  Raziel, who is an honorable man who is allied with the Concord asked his allies where he can aid.  In response, he was given some suggestions.  

Today.

Raziel is at the head of a small force, that is aiming to lead strikes on the cultist's ability to do...cult things.  Aiming to strike at hidden sacrificial rooms, aiming to expose cult activities, and generally be a pain in the ass for Kale.  Perhaps Raziel is doing this to draw Kale out?  Many things are possible.

It is about at this time that Raziel's forces are currently storming the resort town itself, aiming to come through its underbelly and root out Kale's defenses, as well as make the world slightly less cult infested.  This is where likely Xion will see things start to go south, as people are punching out other people in the streets.

Some might even be in robes.
Xion A day ago, Xion delivered a lesson to Cantio in a realm of throbbing meat by viciously thrusting her key into a pulsing mass, then having her key buried deeply by Cantio's thrust, and then simply pounding Cantio's face until she submitted.

No innuendo intended.

Now, needing extra showers just to de-meatify herself, the wet-haired girl stares into the oncoming presence of Raziel's forces.

Resort staff try to quietly and suspiciously demurr on actual answers, but with the sudden aggression it really seems like the ghost knight will tear Kale's capital 'corruption' from the place and purge the staff.

Xion enters the resort from the indoor pool area, opening the doors and immediately sees the vanguard of Raziel's forces. Immediately intuiting the situation - and being a guest here - Xion simply starts sprinting down the hallway at Raziel's Concord goons. "Hey! Let go of them! Not even going to declare your intentions?"

Before they have a chance to turn their weapons on Xion, she skips 'past' them in space, a glitchy image of her remaining frozen in frame as she drops in past them. Swinging her empty hand and having her keyblade, Starlight, appear in hand mid-motion, she slashes the vanguard goon squad with a forceful shockwave of knockdown gravity.

"Where's your captain, I'll sort this myself. I just wanted a shower! I need my coat! This isn't even going to be my worst laundry bill, too..."
Raziel Xion attacks after shouting at some Concord people.  They try to scatter but she does manage to catch one across the head and smacks them down into the ground with little effort.  The others do not immediately fight back.  Though one does stand forward, "A moment, ma'am."

A bit later, Raziel walks to the group, looking at the downed man with stars over his head, and towards the Concord goon who had called him over.  "I am told you have attacked our forces and questioned our reasons and methods..?" he says, raising an eyebrow.  "I am Raziel, and our reasons are simple to root out the cult here, and to drive Kale Hearthward's forces from it.  He made a declaration of war, so I am responding in kind."

"That was made publically, so I am sorry if you were not given sufficient warning.  Now, that my intent has been made clear, and you have shown yourself as a defender of this place..."

He holds a hand out, and from the arm, a blade of energy seems to form.  It swirls around his arm and out like a ghost blade as he aims it toward her.  He bows to her once, and then dives at her, lashing out with the blade in an attempt to force her on the back foot.  
Xion Xion knocks down some Corpo-Hardsuits with her flash of power, and instead of immediately turning to smack her around back, they just tumble over and start touching their ears and pausing.

Sometimes, expressing your disbelief and demanding to see a manager gets results!

Slinging her keyblade over her left shoulder one-handed, Xion wanders on past the Concord hardsuits to the main lobby of the Ordinaryland resort, finding Raziel standing there directing things and harassing the locals.

"I came out of the pool and your..." Xion's blue eyes cast about the surrounding potpourri hardsuit goons, then back to Raziel's scarfed complexion. "... minions? Underlings? Subordinates? Bully Services Associates?"

She scoffs, and Raziel stances up with his own blade of power, a reaver from the palm. Lunging before she even finishes her 'I'm so not amused by all of this', Xion has to frameskip through opening her eyes and glitches into a left-hand forward parry, silver length of her keyblade clashing against the energy emination with a crackle of green sparks.

She gives up ground and pivots, rotating around Raziel's frontal assult to spin through another gravity-arc, then teleports 'across' Raziel and into the direction of her knockback wave to catch any exposed parts of his flank with a flurry of pale-shining lunges of her own, stepping in.
Raziel Raziel matches Xion's own teleportation antics with his own sort of weird teleportation.  When she disappears he does as well, fading out for a brief moment, and appearing just in time to swing the blade across her thrusts.  Despite this, however, he can't defend against every single attack, and a few get through smashing into his corpse-like body.  

"Subordinates," he says, narrowing his eyes.  "If you missed it, Kale declared war on our forces, and I am here in response.  I would suggest avoiding his zones in the near future...at least until he decides to rescind his arrogant declaration."

"I have little desire to fight you, but I will also respond honorably if you wish to continue," he says, before fading out of view.  His body shifted into the spirit world, before popping out again directly in front of her, this time swinging in an arch to try and try and force her to defend herself.  He turns, aiming to level a claw at her body, and project a force of psychic power to try and knock her back.

This is then followed by a change in color of the reaver, turning red as a swing from it causes a wave of fire to wash over her should she not avoid it, aiming at weakening her defenses.    
Xion "I did miss it." Xion agrees, transitioning from a forward advancing stance with a fluid pass of her blade from extended in her left hand, to reversed in her right with a spin. Bracing the flat of her blade against her forearm, she meets Raziel's psychic push with that braced arm -- and is still pushed back, sliding against the resort tile with a grunt.

"Little desire, huh? But I'm here, and I need my coat."

"And I kinda don't like the cut of yours. Cantio and Staren have been building up lots of stuff despite 'losing' a bunch, and Kale is being picked apart despite 'winning' a bunch. You could say it's because he declared war, but he's like that."

The wave of fire covers the chatty Xion, erupting from Raziel's sword and blowing a brightly withering light and heat into her, consuming her figure in color and magic power.

From within the flame comes a mildly distorted 'bink-bonk-dink' of keypad entry, and a digital

READY

and Xion bursts through the pillar of flame, leading with a different blade held reversed in her hand, emitting a declaritive COMPLETE as glowing magenta lines wireframe over Xion's body.

A bright magenta X-mask and blacklight armor plate closes around her, the reverse-gripped Starlight morphing into a key with a chunkier X-shaped hilt that has some sort of technological gun built in - firing a trio of charged shots through the magic flame towards Raziel.

Completing her charge, she rolls forward and slices out once with the transformed 'Xsa' blade, a shimmering after-slash of magenta energy chasing after a moment's delay.

"I'm the Hero of Everyone's hearts - and that includes the people here! If you're here for honorable fights, then show me what your resolve's worth is when it's challenged by something that can challenge back."
Raziel Raziel's sword snaps up when the shot fires through the fire.  His reflexes are pretty amazing, and with that blade, he's incredibly skilled with it.  Including hitting the shot with the weapon, and protecting himself from it.  The transformation has Raziel's eyes raise up, as he is forced to protect himself from a trio of new blasts.  Once more, however, Raziel's skill with the sword goes on display, each shot being blocked by the sword, through parrying the first two and slashing through the third.  

The fires surge across the Soul Reaver, but the blade hungrily devours the magic, consuming it before it could surge and burn the corpse that held the weapon.  Raziel's eyes narrow at that, but it's not enough to cause him to second guess himself or stop his fighting.  If anything, Xion was proving herself to be more than capable.  "It is commendable that you are supporting a comrade, even if their own choices have brought them ruin," he comments.  

He vanishes again, this time when he pops out of the spirit world with a smokey, ghost-like convergence of ectoplasm into real form, he comes at her with a wide slash, this time greenish energy was coating the blade.  Even should Raziel's strike miss, the wind created by the weapon would gush like a hurricane, aiming to cut into Xion, narrowing the force of the wind into a blade-like projection.  

"You will find that I am not one to run from a challenge, and you have proven yourself more than capable.  So forgive my previous hesitation in fighting you, because I will do so more earnestly from now on!"  
Xion Three Shots From Offscreen don't always work, but they always mean something in motion, and this time is no different. As each shot is batted away, she eats up distance, her twirling slash carving through an afterimage of Raziel and catching nothing but a wisp of shadowy cloth and smoke, parting the air he had once occupied.

Given only a moment to turn her head, she feels the motion coming even before the emerald blade swings through.

Her magenta-edged energy-key catches Raziel's sword again, but he carries through - and so does his hurricane force wind. Planting her feet, Xion braces both fists tightly against her sword-grip and holds, blade forming a crossed barrier over her center as her flared pauldrons and dark armor spark violently and cascade with the hit she is forced to take.

"I have to be."
"Everyone's counting on me to save them. They believe there's a hero that'll come, right when they need it. They hold on, hold out, because someone like me exists in their hearts. Someone I could be, if I just try my hardest."

The sparks stop, frozen in time, as she 'animates' through frames that nothing else moves between, a weaving around of her guard from reversed to upright, and drawn back in a thrust-ready posture.

"So I have to be able to exceed anyone else's resolve."

Her feet turn, the sparks she wears like tinesel resuming in their flight. A flare travels down the energy lines in her hands into her held sword. Another digital announcement rings XSEED CHARGE.

On the same heartbeat, or in Raziel's case, lack therof, she parts the intervening air with a single horizontal line-thrust.

Past through the back of the resort, and down through to the beach, a flecked-gold purple force-effect detonates into the ocean far out on the horizon.

Then, like a sonic boom, the whole path erupts into delayed distortion.
Raziel Raziel could challenge that attack but errs on the side of caution, and when the blade is thrust forward, vanishes from the physical world, only to appear again just outside of the thrust itself.  Except, when the explosion washes back over, he's forced to turn and defend himself from the second attack he didn't expect.  

Thrown from the blast, and rolling across the ground Raziel uses his claws to stop his momentum.  Hurt, but not taking the brunt of the attack managed to save him here, but right now he's on the back foot.  Though right now he's more concerned with her words.  The desire to be everyone's hero...to be the hope that they wish out for.

'I wanted to spit at that.  Words like heroism and martyrdom ring hollow in his ears.  The strong dictate the fate of the weak, and it was the strong's duty to rule with wisdom and mercy.  Heros are simply a wish, one that the world is all too keen on ignoring.  My fate a century ago was no exception.'

He raises his blade at the ready once more.  "You will find my resolve less exceedable.  My resolve is born out of a hundred years of suffering at the hands of a man who betrayed me and forced me to inhabit the wretched form you see now," he says holding a hand out at her to attempt to telekinetically grab her body.  

He then pulls his hand forward, trying to launch her towards him, while he leans back and dives forward with a thrust of his own.  The blade turned to a brownish color.  He attempts to thrust forward, but the weight of the blade makes him nearly unmovable, aiming to pierce her like an unmoving spike.  

"Do not strive to be a martyr.  You will never find happiness in that kind of life, and the expectations of others will only ever be forced on you."
Xion Raziel respects Xion's Xsa-finisher partially, only suffering some of the force blast. Lowering the tip of her sword incrementally, Xion's armored chestplate works up and down slowly, beating as she watches for a moment, eyes hidden behind her mask.

"I think I'm ready to overcome someone who sees themselves as wretched. You're not the only one who's been hurt by betrayal, or lived a century of suffering. Nobody came for you - people can't always, and that's a tragedy."

Raziel's stance readies. Xion brings her blade back to ready, reversed in her left hand and presented out while she re-spreads her stance. Chest forward, legs set, she waits for another charge-- And is pulled, instead.

Unreadied for this, and having little experience fighting Raziel, Xion rides the wave, her feet finding every other step as she races impossible magenta towards earth brown.

Immovable, intractable, Xion corkscrews to meet her reverse-gripped saber into the point of Raziel's guard.

Shouting with force, she meets blade to blade, her energy-length cracking brightly. There are not sparks but rents in her armored shell, plates pulling away from thick energy lines. Shining, shouting, she shatters.

Magenta pops and fizzes around her in a cloud of energy as her suit peels away, and her helmet skeletonizes to just the magenta lines around two points of gold narrowing into Raziel's burning-empty sockets.

"I'm not trying to be a martyr."
She dips, twirling in stopped-motion and animating between moments.
"I'm trying to save the people in front of me."
The magenta cloud collapses into a band around her waist that then flows into her right leg.

XSEED CHARGE intones the air, the power, and all the magic of her summoned armor.
Her left leg pivots, as she delivers a spinning roundhouse charged kick to the immovable Raziel.
Raziel The earth armored Raziel, clutching the Earth Reaver (it's still the Soul Reaver, just elementally aligned) is forced to defend against the now flying half rider half hero.  The kick hits the blade and the two clash.  Energy sparks around the two, but slowly...ever so slowly the kick wins out and smashes into Raziel.  However, a chunk of the force was stolen from it, and while Raziel should be pasted across the pavement, he slowly rises.  

Blue 'blood' drips out of various parts of him.  Raziel is finding it hard to keep his physical form together.  However, despite everything, he is still on his feet.  The soul reaver loses the brownish coloring and turns back into the blueish blade.  The spirit in the blade (or is the blade) churns hungrily.  

"You mistake what I mean.  I am calling my form wretched, or did you ignore the fact it is in fact my corpse, after a century of boiling in what was acid to me," he says, trying to control his breathing, and stabilize his form.  "There are no heroes, at least not in my world.  And for it, Nosgoth stands on the teetering edge of destruction, all because of one man's selfish decision."

He runs in, he doesn't phase in and out this time, but instead tosses a projection of force, trying to force Xion to either dodge or defend.  He comes in, the blade flourishing in a barrage of thrusts, aiming to try and pierce her with the repeated slashing.  

"Save them from what?  I am not here to hurt the people, save for the cultists who seek to hurt others and drive Kale's forces from here.  You are absolutely trying to be a martyr.  You are putting everyone but yourself first.  You are trying to be more than a person, but a symbol.  Trying to instill hope in the hopeless."

"That only ends one way."
Xion "I got that part." Xion comments, to wretchedness. "I thought you wanted to be that way, but I can see it now, in your heart, in your unmoving blade."

"That thing you swing, it's your hate and frustration and remorse, isn't it? Your resolve to suffer, and in suffering, give others salvation."

Oncoming, even after her armor-purging kick, Xion rises in the last wisps of her Xsa Armor, empty handed as the magenta wireframe lines fade away, revealing blue eyes under the gold lights, and a resolute line of her mouth.

Crossing her arms against the force blast, she sweeps her forearms through the wave and pushes through it, forcing her way.

"I'm here to save you, today, Raziel. I'm a person -and- a symbol. I'm Xion."
"And I'm the hero of everyone's hearts, X!" Pronounced 'Key'.

Fierce stabs pierce her, the energy blade passing through her corpus and burning marks black marks into her bare skin, dropped back down into her swimsuit.

Thrusting her fist towards Raziel's core-place, thumb-first, Xion stares chin-to-chin with Raziel.

"If I unlocked your soul from pain, would you still cling to it like a favorite coat? Or would you find something kinder to Raziel to wear?"

Her blade materializes in her grip, and 'in' Raziel's chest if he doesn't evade.

It's warm, in a metallic way. Instead of a wrenching in his guts when she twists it, he would just hear a 'click'.
Raziel "You think too highly of me, Xion.  It is the determination of my revenge against the one who destroyed me," he says.  Though she likely knows the truth.  Killing Kain does not only avenge himself but according to what he knows will save Nosgoth from its fate.  She can see the world, shaking itself apart, life itself dying out.  Flora and fauna were devastated.  Wretched vampire monsters roamed, and very few humans survived.  

She can also see, the moment.  His wings were torn from his body by Kain.  His body is tossed into water (which acts like acid to Vampires from Nosgoth.) He burned for an eternity in that water, madness threatening to take him.  Only to be spared that pain by what looks like a giant squid with too many eyes and a hunger for souls.  Bound to his dead body even in spirit.  

Though she sees one other thing, for a moment.  The Spirit of the blade.  She can see something else in it.  The shape of a soul itself.  A soul that looks remarkably like Raziel's, but somehow /older/ and much more deranged.  Forged into a shape of a soul.  

Xion forces her way through the force of the blast, and through his piercing strikes.  She thrusts towards the core of his being...which in Raziel is everywhere.  The soul and his flesh were interchangeable.  He was bound to it and his soul was forced into such a disturbing shape.  You would think the creature that called itself 'the weaver of souls' could have shaped his soul better.

His eyes widened, as the blade appeared.  "W-wha?" And then burst through his body.  There was warmth and the sound of a click.  At that moment, something changes.  No, at that moment, /everything/ changed. The corpse that was Raziel fell, split in twain and falling into two separate pieces.  Eventually, it itself starts to evaporate.  

Raziel's soul, still connected to the Soul reaver, stands there immaterial.  The spirit is no longer forced into the body.  Though his features are less 'distinct' than before, it's clearly him.  His spirit is 'whole' again, standing there looking at his arms.  His wings no longer ripped clean off and serve as little more than a cape flare behind him.  His hands and feet, and the claws that formed them seemed more natural and less grotesque and corpse-like.  

His skin was pale but a natural shade of tan, as he was returned to something resembling a form that isn't horrifying.  Raziel can only look at himself.

'At that moment, the world changed for me.  I was no longer caporal, but...my body wasn't a spirit chained to my corpse...but a spirit with a form all on its own.  My figure was no longer broken and wretched, but...whole again.  However, the transformation left me exhausted.  I could barely look at it before I hunched over, and laid out on the ground as my body started to fade in and out.'

"Thank you.." Raziel says, before fading out completely.  Of course, this means that the others who came with the Concord look at themselves and then at Xion.  They bow, and start to leave, stopping their attack and withdrawing.  
Xion Staggering back, Xion doesn't have to be so steady, her sword disappearing as it falls through the incorporeal man, attached to his painful refuse.

Empty-handed and breathing hard, Xion gulps down and smiles, forcing away the weaknesses of her part for Raziel's moment.

"I hope you find a better, kinder shape to be soon, Raziel." She sighs, and waves to the departing ghost as he narrates away his passing into the spirit realm.

The Concord Hard-Suits cordially file out, and the day is saved, thanks to...

"Golly. Where is the laundry around here?"

Over-Zealous Room Service!