TAKE DOWN: INFINITY SHIFT ~FORUM RPG~

Sacrefice Battle

Sacrefice
!Black > Thunder > Archeia
->50 Damage to Archeia!
Bleep Bleep! Bleep Bleep! Critical HP!

Archeia
Whew tough battle, huh? Well guess what! Hyaaah! Lifebreaker hits with a mean swing!
->100 Damage to Sacrefice!

Storm
Summoning the unbelieveable power of Cure, you suddenly remember an algorithm to cast this spell more effectively!
(Skill description updated with the math, if curious.)
->Restored 84 HP to Archeia!

Xavion and Rabitz
As this turn comes to a close you burst through the door. It's not surprising you knew what was going on here, will all the magic and shit going on...
You can attack next turn.

Sacrefice

Sacrifice Black Mage - Level 9 (3 EXP until Level Up)




The Bandit Basement

Ques Quen
You stomp around the room hastily seemingly indifferent about everyone else.
"Hungry... Thirsty!!"
Eventually, you notice the bottle of astroglide and conclude it is the only nutritious substance around. Flipping the lid off with your thumb, the liquid goes down your hatch! NOM!

Ceal
Mouth half open, in awe and excitement at this big marshmallowy he/she, you decide to feed it the only food in your arsenal. As if Ques Quen is a trash can, you slide the Gnomish Bread into his/her mouth delicately. Like carefully feeding a letter through a mailslot.
Ques Quen's eyes widen and turn into tiny yellow dots in a matter of seconds. The lucid dream of Gnomish Bread's stale crusts feeds the Qu a vision of the World Map!




The Don's Lounge

Pressing the doors aside, Indrah storms by the guard. Glaring at the perverted humans lining the walls, she comes to a halt before the Don's desk. The man himself is seated in a large chair, facing away. Only a baldspot is visible.
Before Indrah can say anything, Locke and Selphie burst into the room.



"Ladies, ladies! Form a line for inspection. The Don doesn't have all day," orders one of the guards.
Snarling, Indrah reaches for her sword, however Locke's hand stays hers.
"We better play along," Locke whispers. "This guy might be able to get us out of the Prison."
And so, in line, the "girls" await the Don.
Slowly, the chair turns to reveal...

The Don announces, "Yeowchi-mama!"
Hopping onto his desk on all fours, the Don pants like a dog at the girls.
Rolling off onto the floor, Don regains his composure. "The Science of Love is lost to those who find it. So, it is prehaps a gift that I am still a single man."
Stepping casually before the three of you, he inspects each one.
"The love of life has given me great in-sight to the love of women. What is 'women', when it comes to that? How does one understand a woman? As a man it can be very difficult."
His mexican accent is thick, but you all manage to keep up. Or at least understand which words are coming from his mouth.
"You are Life passing through your body, passing through your mind, passing through your soul. Once you find that out, not with logic, not with the intellect, but because you can feel that Life - you find out that you are the force that makes the flowers open and close, that makes the hummingbird fly from flower to flower. You find out that you are in every tree, and you are in every animal, vegetable, and rock. You are that force that moves the wind and breathes through your body. The whole universe is a living being that is moved by that force, and that is what you are. You are Life."
After a moment, he turns and stands before you again.
"I've thus made my choice. It is clearly....... THIS rather masculine woman. I can never say no to Amano art," he announces with a great ta-da, picking Locke. "You will make a good lover, I think. Come along, my dear. Let us open flowers and I shall feed like a hummingbird."
The Don walks off into the next room, leaving the trio behind in a room full of perverts. He pauses to inform his guard, "You may have the other two."
In a panic, Locke looks to Selphie.
"'Play along,' right? What are you waiting for. Maybe he can help you up the pillar," Selphie giggles, and continues to giggle uncontrollably.
"Enjoy self. We enjoy ourselves here," Indrah says, stoicly crossing her arms.
With sagging shoulders, Locke waddles forward into what could only be an uncomfortable situation.
Behind him, Indrah and Selphie are now surrounded by ten perverts.

Suddenly, Ceal bursts into the room, having left Ques Quen to drool over the hallucinations of Gnomish Bread.



Pervert Each Pervert has 10 HP.



Elements/EvilEagles

Elements
Outside the bandit basement, you notice a locked door and enter it.

EvilEagles
Not far behind, you follow Elements before the door closes and locks behind you. No one else can enter this way.

The door led into a tunnel that is unlit. Thankfully both of you are accustomed to the darkness and the journey is unbothering. At the end of the tunnel, you emerge into a crevice in the desert. It is filled with human corpses. There are Sandworm Larvae digesting the dead people, as a strange-looking man stands not far away watching them. A summoner or something.

"Fascinating, is it not?" the man wonders, somehow knowing you're both standing there. "Life thwarts death until the end. And in the end, death feeds life."
The pair of you say nothing.
"Oh my, where are my manners?" The summoner preforms a sort of weird prayer bow and turns. "My name is Maester Seymour Guado."
To your continued silence, Seymour shrugs and continues.
"Life is but a passing dream, but the death that follows is eternal." With a smile on his lips, he begins to laugh.
"Death is a sweet slumber. All the pain of life is gently swept away... Ah, yes."
The man continues to laugh his little chortle.
Finally, Elements steps forward. "You're wrong. Life outweighs Death. With Life there will always be Hope. With Death, there is nothing..."
"Hope? What hope do we have as this world continues to change? Surely you have felt it? That impending doom, as if endless miles suddenly filled the same space. As if the air itself is too thick to be air. Imagine, if all life were to end in this world, all this suffering would end. Don't you see?"
EvilEagles grips his sword, he knows a bad feeling when he has one.
"Heck no! I don't know what's going on, but you've got to have Heart!"
"Well then, I suppose you won't be joining me. Come now, the Sandworms are hungry," Seymour announces, raising his staff.



Seymour
HP:400
MP:100
Atk:20
Def:1
Summon-Cagnazzo: (Brings the Water Fiend, Cagnazzo, into battle.)



Zeuzio's Party
After the others have left, and Zeuzio has drank her potion, the three of you set off to confront Arthur.
He seems to be in a small clearing with small graves everywhere, as well as a great stockpile of weapons. Although the weapons are all within easy reach, you can not take any of them ever because that would defy JRPG logic.
A flash of pain streaks through Khos. Something about this place. Something from his past.
There is a man overlooking a clearing down below where Sandworm larvae are eating a pile of corpses, in one hand, he's holding a sword. In the other, a shotgun.
"Law breakers get punished..." the man states, though it is unclear if he is just talking to himself or you all.
"The Law was put in place to bring order to this chaos," the man says, now turning around. His face is somehow heroic, yet the bags under his eyes and fact he hasn't showered in months takes him to a whole psychotic new level.
"Before the Judges came, this world was folding. Bending. Creeking..." The man shoots the ground so the Party has to stay back. "Now they send me to Judge the Law Breakers. Criminals."
"Are... are you, Arthur?" Zeuzio asks, despite the situation.
"Arthur?" the man looks at the sword in his hand. "Yes, I am Arthur. Or... I was."
Another shock of pain strikes Khos.
"Yesterday, I killed another one. Criminal. She had it coming. Her party was 12 in size. She was talking on her cellphone while riding a Chocobo. She didn't even stop when the Judge waved his Red Card. Now she feeds my babies."
"You... killed her? For that?" MrChearlie wondered, completely aghast.
"Such a pretty necklace she had. Look at it, will you?" The man holds up a pendant.
"That pendant..." Khos says before doubling over in pain.

Another memory...

"Ghya..." Khos blinks, steadying himself. "That... That pendant. It was Alkasks..."
Arthur looks at the necklace. "She has no name now. My sword through her heart made sure of it. Criminal scum deserve no better."
Tightening his bandana, Khos glowers at the man.
"Everyone deserves a second chance," Khos says, stepping forward.
"Khos..." Zeuzio says in concern, stepping after him.
Turning sharply, Khos glares at Zeuzio. "Stay out of this."

Solo Battle!
Khos vs. Arthur!



Arthur
HP: 300
MP: 100
ATK: 2
DEF: 1
Skill: Molotov Cocktail (He mixes himself a drink. Causes him to get progressively more drunk.)