06-30-2017, 11:21 PM
Once he had recovered from the battle of the Heartless that had which now left the Replica completely exhausted, Repliku realized that he was out of shape. In his current condition, his chances of survival if another group of Heartless showed up were slim. The odds were not in his favor, especially if any of the Heartless were turned out stronger than the weak Shadows that he had encountered. Was it right for him to do what he'd have to do in order to protect himself and as well the Omniverse from the very present threat of the Heartless? Repliku didn't have an answer. Another question came to mind, namely how was he supposed to get his hands on a Keyblade for his own personal use? Clones couldn't wield Keyblades to his knowledge, at least not normally. Roxas and Xion had been able to pull it off because they had some of Riku's memories within their heart. As the clone considered how few what had been made his few options were here in the Omniverse, he groaned. Getting up to the island was going to be more difficult than obtaining the power he wanted, that of a keyblade for himself. After all, he couldn't fly and he couldn't summon things with Omnilium properly.
His only attempts thus far, a Corridor of Darkness and a Book that was supposed to inform him more about the Omniverse had failed. They hadn't just failed, fallen short, but things felt miserably irredeemable for the young Replica. "What does it take to become able to fly or use Corridors of Darkness in this place?!?" asked the clone in an exasperated tone. For he did want to know, but he was also irritated that some other hero type hadn't popped out of the woodwork and done something, anything against the Heartless. Apparently only he could handle that particular menace. Perhaps... if he did it might help him to become real... To become more than a Replica.
Sitting down cross-legged, Repliku closed his eyes and concentrated. Summoning the rainbow orb of Omnilium to his hand, Repliku attempted creating a giant stairway up to the floating island that made him feel insignificant. When nothing happened, Repliku's hand impacted with his face, facepalming several times in fact because the Replica just didn't know what to do. How did one work Omnilium? Why had Omni told them so little?
Yet before he could commence creating anything, a sharp kick from a man in a black coat that seemed to be made out of darkness itself hit him on the side, the sudden pain sent him into the ground.
"You're nothing but a replica, a pale imitation of the original!" The man said as he took the Soul Eater from Repliku and snapped it like a twig, before incinerating the remains of the sword for extra cruel measure. The sound of the blade shattering caused a burning liquid to well up in Repliku's eyes. Without the Soul Eater, how was he supposed to protect himself from the powers the Heartless had? How was he going to prove he deserved his own identity without that blade? "I summoned the Heartless by the way, and there's nothing you can do to stop me... Especially without this pitiful piece of crap imitation you call your blade!" The man then punched Repliku, sending him crashing to the ground in intense pain, and said to him. "Go ahead. Try and prove me wrong, Repliku. Show your strength. Summon your sword... if you have the courage to do so. Prove to me that you have the strength and I'll stop sending Heartless to Camelot. Otherwise, the next one I send will be a Dark Side. You and I both know you aren't strong enough. You're welcome to try though."
Gritting his teeth, the young clone of Riku forced himself onto his feet. Holding out his hand he concentrated. Darkness shot down both of his arms and he brought his hands together, Soul Eater forming in a small explosion of Darkness Energy in his hands. He'd then spin towards the man, preparing to slash at him, only for the man to disappear in a flash of black light. Great, his opponent could somehow teleport away and was going to summon more Heartless to the area. At least he knew he could still summon Soul Eater, so he wasn't entirely helpless. Still, he'd need more in his bag of tricks than the paltry few attacks that he had now. Actually, right now he had nothing that could help him fight.
"It's official. I need someone to train me...badly."
His only attempts thus far, a Corridor of Darkness and a Book that was supposed to inform him more about the Omniverse had failed. They hadn't just failed, fallen short, but things felt miserably irredeemable for the young Replica. "What does it take to become able to fly or use Corridors of Darkness in this place?!?" asked the clone in an exasperated tone. For he did want to know, but he was also irritated that some other hero type hadn't popped out of the woodwork and done something, anything against the Heartless. Apparently only he could handle that particular menace. Perhaps... if he did it might help him to become real... To become more than a Replica.
Sitting down cross-legged, Repliku closed his eyes and concentrated. Summoning the rainbow orb of Omnilium to his hand, Repliku attempted creating a giant stairway up to the floating island that made him feel insignificant. When nothing happened, Repliku's hand impacted with his face, facepalming several times in fact because the Replica just didn't know what to do. How did one work Omnilium? Why had Omni told them so little?
Yet before he could commence creating anything, a sharp kick from a man in a black coat that seemed to be made out of darkness itself hit him on the side, the sudden pain sent him into the ground.
"You're nothing but a replica, a pale imitation of the original!" The man said as he took the Soul Eater from Repliku and snapped it like a twig, before incinerating the remains of the sword for extra cruel measure. The sound of the blade shattering caused a burning liquid to well up in Repliku's eyes. Without the Soul Eater, how was he supposed to protect himself from the powers the Heartless had? How was he going to prove he deserved his own identity without that blade? "I summoned the Heartless by the way, and there's nothing you can do to stop me... Especially without this pitiful piece of crap imitation you call your blade!" The man then punched Repliku, sending him crashing to the ground in intense pain, and said to him. "Go ahead. Try and prove me wrong, Repliku. Show your strength. Summon your sword... if you have the courage to do so. Prove to me that you have the strength and I'll stop sending Heartless to Camelot. Otherwise, the next one I send will be a Dark Side. You and I both know you aren't strong enough. You're welcome to try though."
Gritting his teeth, the young clone of Riku forced himself onto his feet. Holding out his hand he concentrated. Darkness shot down both of his arms and he brought his hands together, Soul Eater forming in a small explosion of Darkness Energy in his hands. He'd then spin towards the man, preparing to slash at him, only for the man to disappear in a flash of black light. Great, his opponent could somehow teleport away and was going to summon more Heartless to the area. At least he knew he could still summon Soul Eater, so he wasn't entirely helpless. Still, he'd need more in his bag of tricks than the paltry few attacks that he had now. Actually, right now he had nothing that could help him fight.
"It's official. I need someone to train me...badly."