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paixaorpg2006-09-30 03:01 am
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Characters: Zexion
Content: Nobodies
Setting: Still kickin' in Joutenheim
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings: None.
Zexion never really understood the gist of physical fighting. Neither did he really see the point of engaging in it, but it was all fine if others did. After all - as long as he was safe on the sidelines, or keeping a shield, they could do whatever they wanted, no matter how pointless it seemed.
A few Creeper-birds were flocked at his feet, strange and pulsing. All Nobodies did that - all the lesser ones, at least. They swayed, almost constantly, they always moved. Like a sick heartbeat.
“Now,” he said, straightening up and looking down at the streets, from one end to the other. He never really had much patience for the semantics of warfare, and nor did he usually wait around to talk to the inhuman Nobodies, no matter how human they were at the core. “We have things to do. I’m not going to explain this very well, but the best thing for you to do is to get rid of whatever you can.”
Zexion pocketed his hands, and the Creepers disappeared one by one, reappearing in the more-populated distance, amid Dusks and other white creatures. The gate would likely be closed - after all, there would be too much going on to be assigning journals and admitting people.
It would be a flat night, but relaxing.
It was such a shame they didn't need more mind games.
Content: Nobodies
Setting: Still kickin' in Joutenheim
Time: Afternoon.
Warnings: None.
Zexion never really understood the gist of physical fighting. Neither did he really see the point of engaging in it, but it was all fine if others did. After all - as long as he was safe on the sidelines, or keeping a shield, they could do whatever they wanted, no matter how pointless it seemed.
A few Creeper-birds were flocked at his feet, strange and pulsing. All Nobodies did that - all the lesser ones, at least. They swayed, almost constantly, they always moved. Like a sick heartbeat.
“Now,” he said, straightening up and looking down at the streets, from one end to the other. He never really had much patience for the semantics of warfare, and nor did he usually wait around to talk to the inhuman Nobodies, no matter how human they were at the core. “We have things to do. I’m not going to explain this very well, but the best thing for you to do is to get rid of whatever you can.”
Zexion pocketed his hands, and the Creepers disappeared one by one, reappearing in the more-populated distance, amid Dusks and other white creatures. The gate would likely be closed - after all, there would be too much going on to be assigning journals and admitting people.
It would be a flat night, but relaxing.
It was such a shame they didn't need more mind games.