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paixaorpg2006-09-25 08:21 pm
thunderknives.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2006-09-25 08:21 pm
I'm severing the heart, then I'm leaving your corpse behind [Complete]
Character(s): Larxene, Dusks, Creepers and anybody else
Content: The only female nobody watches from the sidelines and gives new orders to some of the nobodies.
Setting: Niflheim Gate/Area
Time: Early Morning
Warnings: Larxene with the freedom to fight and attack others as much as she wants. You do the math.
So it was finally their time to strike, huh? Good, she was getting tired of having nothing to do; not that being left to her own devices was a bad thing. During her stay here, Larxene had already mingled with some of the newcomers and had managed to terrorize some of the locals. A decent enough way to start things off, but the constant peace and tranquility was starting to get on her nerves.
Combat. Larxene desired the opportunity to fight with someone who was actually skilled. Why? It was simple enough, really.
The thrill, the rush, the desperation, the anxiety... It had been far too long since the last time she felt any of those.
Aggravating others on the network was fun, there was no mistake about that, but nothing out could compare to meeting someone face-to-face and taking their life in combat.
She enjoyed it.
Unfortunately, Larxene had yet to find anybody like that.
Leaning on the side of one of the buildings facing the street, she looked on through her hood and watched as the Dusks and Creepers did as they were told. If nothing else, they were good at following orders, softening up their victims for whenever she felt like dealing the final blow, and of course, cannon fodder.
Suddenly, as if responding to her thoughts, several more Dusks and Creepers appeared in front of her.
"Go inside the buildings and kill everything that moves.” She instructed them. “Except the children, I’ll take care of them myself. Oh, and let me know if you find anybody stupid enough to actually resist you."
With their orders given, the Nobodies disappeared and began to carry them out…
Content: The only female nobody watches from the sidelines and gives new orders to some of the nobodies.
Setting: Niflheim Gate/Area
Time: Early Morning
Warnings: Larxene with the freedom to fight and attack others as much as she wants. You do the math.
So it was finally their time to strike, huh? Good, she was getting tired of having nothing to do; not that being left to her own devices was a bad thing. During her stay here, Larxene had already mingled with some of the newcomers and had managed to terrorize some of the locals. A decent enough way to start things off, but the constant peace and tranquility was starting to get on her nerves.
Combat. Larxene desired the opportunity to fight with someone who was actually skilled. Why? It was simple enough, really.
The thrill, the rush, the desperation, the anxiety... It had been far too long since the last time she felt any of those.
Aggravating others on the network was fun, there was no mistake about that, but nothing out could compare to meeting someone face-to-face and taking their life in combat.
She enjoyed it.
Unfortunately, Larxene had yet to find anybody like that.
Leaning on the side of one of the buildings facing the street, she looked on through her hood and watched as the Dusks and Creepers did as they were told. If nothing else, they were good at following orders, softening up their victims for whenever she felt like dealing the final blow, and of course, cannon fodder.
Suddenly, as if responding to her thoughts, several more Dusks and Creepers appeared in front of her.
"Go inside the buildings and kill everything that moves.” She instructed them. “Except the children, I’ll take care of them myself. Oh, and let me know if you find anybody stupid enough to actually resist you."
With their orders given, the Nobodies disappeared and began to carry them out…
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"Those things your pets?" He asks either of them nonchalantly, gesturing towards a nearby Nobody with his occupied hand. He has no interest in participating in their petty argument, but he is curious as to what those strange white creatures are. They might be people in costumes, but one just appeared out of thin air, so there ought to be more to it than that.
Even if the two cloaked figures are hardly interesting, Saitou figures that maybe finding out about how they summoned those things would be more worthy of his time. Fighters are getting more and more creative these days, even though he is still disappointed at how they seem to be declining in actual strength.