[SP-F6] The Gemini

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The heavy sun hit down across the land, warming the land of Floor 6. Keith Yudai ran swiftly across the ground, kicking up bits of terrain and gravel behind him as he ran at his top speed. Clinging to his shoulder for dear life was his familiar Ruby, who yipped with duress as he tried to cling to Keith's shoulder. The wind whistled through his hair as Keith kept running down the road, eventually skidding to a halt as he stopped for a brief moment.

 

"Heh. Only four minutes to go all the way around this floor. Not bad, but it's still far from our original record. Come on, Ruby!" Keith said, raising one leg and then swiftly bringing it down, rocketing off at top speed once again while Ruby still clung to his shoulder. Keith ran down the road again and then slowed up, skidding slightly as he saw a figure down the way. "What the-? No crystal..."

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Keith walked slowly, approaching the other figure with caution. How could there be an animate character in the game without a crystal? Regardless, he approached it. With each step, Keith felt odd. Like, he was alone, but he was with himself. It was an odd feeling, not like loneliness, but it was the kind of feeling a child had when they were with an imaginary friend. Keith was standing in front of the figure, who was wearing a tattered black robe, the hood pulled over head. Keith saw the figure had a tan face, with a little cross scar on his cheek. And for some reason, the figure was smirking.

 

"Hey, who the heck are you?"  

 

"Who the heck are you?"

 

"Who the heck is you!"

 

"You is heck who?"

 

"Heck is you who?"

 

"You heck is who?"

 

"Is heck you who?"

 

"The heck you is who?"

 

"Now come on, tell me, who the heck is this?" Keith whined.

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The figure smirked, pulling back his hood and revealing his face. Keith's face became that of something baffled, as he looked at the doppelganger. The stranger had every last details he did. Though they dressed differently, and their skin tone was different, the two could passed off as identical twins.

 

 

Keith looked at his twin, and tilted his head. The copy did the same thing. "What are you? Are you me?" They both said at the same time, staring each other down. Keith stared at the copy suspiciously, as a name and yellow crystal appeared above his head. <Dark Keith> 90/90 HP. Keith looked at the copy, his face that of confusion. "Just what's going on here!? Who are you, and why do you look like an urban me!?" Dark Keith threw his head back and laughed, then crossing his arms and snickering at the original. "You really want to know? Because the answer to that is easy! I'm you! The real you! You're just a poser!"

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Keith blinked and then growled. "I'll take you on right here, right now, Faker!" Keith said, balling his fists as Dark Keith stopped laughing, raising an eyebrow and grinning smugly. "Faker? I believe you're the faker around here! You're comparing yourself to me? Ha! You're not even good enough to be my fake." Keith drew his katana, Astral Blade, and took a few steps back, pointing it at Dark Keith. "I'll make you eat those words!"

 

Dark Keith grinned again, reaching at his side and drawing a katana exactly like Keith's, with a darker handle a pure black blade. "Well, you'll just have to make me. This is going to be a fight to die for." Dark Keith said, laughing silently to himself as he gripped the katana in his right hand, opposite of Keith's left. "Hey! That's my line!" Keith protested, placing his sword on his shoulder and letting it charge up with white energy.

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Dark Keith did the same stance as the real one, charging up the sword with black energy. "Well, then why don't you come over here and take it, goody little two-shoes?" He said with a snicker, as Keith huffed in protest. "Jeez! You're like me but... Evil! I thought we could've been friends!" Keith said with a sigh, before stepping forward and bringing his katana into a swing.

 

• Rolled a 4 on the d4 dice.
• Rolled a 3 on the d6 dice.
• Rolled a 3 on the d8 dice.
• Rolled a 8 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 7 on the d10 (mob) dice.
• Rolled a 12 on the d12 (craft) dice.
• Rolled a 9 on the d20 (loot) dice

His sword impacted into Dark Keith's shoulder, who didn't move fast enough. Dark Keith grunted and staggered back, sneering at Keith. "Heh... Lucky shot..." He said with a child-like grin, rubbing the wound slowly. "The pain... It feels... Delicious..." That there Keith off a little bit. These two were completely alike and entirely different in every conceivable way, it seemed.

 

Keith: 90/90

 

Dark Keith: 82/90

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Dark Keith followed up with a fit a laughter, completely unfazed by the pain that had been delivered. Dark Keith laughed so hard, he began gasping for breath between each laugh. Keith stepped back slowly, staring at the faker with a slight hint of fear. "What... What are you?" Keith said, gripping his katana harder until his knuckles turned white. Dark Keith laughed a while longer and then slowed down, smirking with malicious intent as he stared down Keith.

 

"I, am the banging feeling of insanity deep down inside of you. That darker side you lock away every night. I, am what you hide from within yourself. That one idea of violence, and unquenchable thirst for hate. You lock me away, but at every little opportunity I work my way back out. I'm your bad habit. I'm that one villain that not even you can beat. I'm exactly like you, and entirely different in every single way. I'm your scourge." Dark Keith said, humming softly to himself as he finished.

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Keith blinked and held his katana even tighter. "No... No part of me is like you. I fight for the good of everyone!" Keith said, looking down at the ground as Dark Keith just kept humming, eventually starting to sing. "All around the mulberry bush..." Keith shook his head slowly, gritting his teeth as Dark Keith sang softly. "The monkey chased the weasel..." Keith looked up at Dark Keith. "Shut... Up..." Keith said, but Dark Keith persisted. "The monkey thought this all was in good fun..." Keith rested his blade on his shoulder and let it charge up. "I said shut up, Faker!" He said, running at Dark Keith.

 

• Rolled a 3 on the d4 dice.
• Rolled a 1 on the d6 dice.
• Rolled a 5 on the d8 dice.
• Rolled a 1 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 7 on the d10 (mob) dice.
• Rolled a 9 on the d12 (craft) dice.
• Rolled a 12 on the d20 (loot) dice.

Keith stopped as he saw Dark Keith move. Fast. At the same speed he did. Dark Keith moved his katana and sent a long slash up Keith's chest, cutting him solidly and leaving a long red mark across him. Keith yelled and grabbed at his chest, moving back to put space between him and Dark Keith. "...Pop goes the weasel." Dark Keith finished, stepping back and smirking again. He enjoyed this. He liked hurting others.

 

Keith: 82/90

 

Dark Keith: 82/90

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Keith threw another slash as Dark Keith did the same. The sound of grinding metal filled the air and Keith brought his face close to the faker's. "You may know everything I'm going to do, but that's not going to help you because I know everything you're going to do! You can't counter my counter because I can counter your counter's counter! STRANGE, ISN'T IT!?" Keith yelled louder, eventually pushing Dark Keith back who did the same to him.

 

Keith fell on his rear at exactly the same time Dark Keith did. "Heh. You know, it seems like you don't value your life very much..." Dark Keith said, looking up at Keith. "What's that? This world isn't big enough for two Keiths and one of us needs to go?" Keith said, running his thumb across his neck. Dark Keith smirked and nodded, standing back up. "Well! I completely agree! Let's throw down!"

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Keith and Dark Keith stood up, both of them pointing their weapons at each other. They were complete equals in terms of combat. The winner would only be decided by pure luck. As Keith got ready for a fight, Dark Keith put away his weapon and turned around, running in the opposite direction. Keith blinked and paused for a few moments, registering what had happened. "...Wha-? Hey!" He called out, putting away his own sword and running after the poser. 

 

They cut through the marshy swamp terrain, giving chase through the thick trees and vines. "Come back here! Faker!" Keith called out, slowing down in the marshy waters as he pushed vines aside, trying to get through. Dark Keith stayed at a constant distance ahead, slowing down like Keith was. Only question that really ccured was, Where was he going?