paixaorpg | Even the Lifeless Live [Completed]

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Even the Lifeless Live [Completed]

Character(s): Dancer Nobodies (NPC's), Demyx, and whoever joins in on the chaos.
Content: Organization XIII's plans have been set put into motion and havoc ensues.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate and surrounding area [F3]
Time: Mid-Morning, Week 2
Warnings: None at the

The morning light gleamed off of glass windows, though its light was not genuine. The same light streamed through every building, filling the nooks and crannies of Paixao, relieving it from the choking cover of night. The artificial trees glowed brilliantly with the same lifeless light. No lines stood behind them. No people awaited permission to gain entrance into the city.

There was no sound… no life…

But hours passed and the citizens soon awoke, beginning their monotonous routine. The streets soon became crowded and bustling. Chatter entwined with the morning air.

And then so did the screams.

Another being made its way into the morning hassle: the Nobodies. Beings with no heart… those who were left behind… empty shells of what they once were. And these were unique Nobodies. The Dancers… fluid in motion… every step precise… They ravaged through the streets, picking and choosing the worthiest of targets only to find none.

Who would quench their thirst for battle?

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Why him? Why did they want him to do this too? Demyx peered from the shadows of the hood that concealed his identity. He had a perfect view of the Dancer’s rampage from the rooftops above. The Nobody stood solemnly and unmoving.

Was this really right? No… it had to be. These were the Superior’s orders. The Superior was right… He was always right… If Demyx followed his every order and did every task, he would get his heart back as promised. But now did he even deserve it? He questioned the boss’ orders, though they were private, meant only for himself. He wasn’t the right man for the job. He shouldn’t be here. But he had to be.

The Dancers were relentless, or so Demyx noticed. He had only told them to do what the Superior wanted: seek out a worthy target. Well… at least they seemed to be enjoying himself. Personally, Demyx just wanted to get this over with.

The Nobody shifted slightly, pulling the hood further down. At least he didn’t have to fight himself.

At least he hoped not.

How could anybody expect her to sleep when there was so much noise being made outside? The screams of the townspeople reached Morrigan's ears and managed to awaken the beauty her from her slumber.

It was still morning, and yet she was awake. Honestly, this town had a funny way of making newcomers like her feel welcomed. Between this, having to make a line so that she could give her name out to someone she'd never seen before (at least he attractive), and receiving a weird box, Morrigan was really starting to wish she was still in her castle instead of here.

Ah well, she knew better than to let a little abrupt change in scenery bring her down. Besides, it wasn't so bad. There was plenty of "food" for her, and she rather liked surprises every now and then.

Finding a place to spend the night wasn't all that hard either. The local males were very willing to let her stay with them. Last night's lucky winner was an eager young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. For his generosity, Morrigan gave him what she was certain was the best night of his life. And yet... it was also his last.

Getting out from bed and walking through the man's lifeless body, Morrigan stood at the window to see just exactly was going on. She saw white creatures attacking the townspeople at every turn. They were also very nimble dancers!

The creatures weren't demons though, that much she could tell. So what could they be?

"How interesting, I think I'll go outside and have a closer look at them." she said to herself before taking her clothes that had been left scattered on the floor and exiting the bedroom entirely...

Megara had hopped a train not too long after her arrival into the city-- as soon as she was sure the mode of transportation would take her where she felt she might be able to find a way out, which took a bit longer than she'd wanted. All right, a lot longer. Too long, but she eventually became sure.

Her first stop, it was decided, would be Vanaheim. The decision was hard, at first, mainly because so much of Paixao confused or fascinated her, but duty eventually won out over curiousity. She had to get back to Greece, or at least run into Hercules or Hades.

...She had been expecting to search for a way out after reaching Vanaheim's gate area, but what she found as she approached was something she was not prepared to deal with. The nimble creatures, while strangely alluring, were obviously not welcome in this area of the city-- that was, if the screams accounted for anything.

And they didn't look friendly, anyway.

"...Great," she huffed irritatedly and drooped her shoulder, pushing her way as calmly as possible through the mass of screaming, panicked people to find some place to hide until these things left. Every entrance was impossible to get through, as every open building was being swarmed by people. No problem; she was a good climber-- and, with that thought, scoured the fronts and sides of the nearest building, climbing onto boxes and other such things as she attempted to climb herself to safety.

"...How do I always manage to get in these messes?"

Zelos strolled out into the morning air, and stretched. He was feeling much better after the fight with Riku the previous day. A good night of sleep, and his last Apple Jell, did a body good. He wasn’t to worried about using his last Jell, he was lucky to even have it at all. He figured the citizens of this city were harmless enough, and he was sure that he could take Riku now that he knew the kids capabilities. He would just have to make sure Sora didn’t distract him again. Besides, Zelos was sure that there was nothing too dangerous in this city, there didn’t even appear to be any monsters.

It was right about in the middle of this thought that something began to take hold of Zelos’ arm and leg. If it weren’t for his Cruxis Crystal, and his fast reaction time, he wouldn’t have been able to react until he was trying to recover from a serious blow to the spine. Thankfully though, he did have fast enough reaction time to maneuver his hand out of the things grip. He flipped his hand and caught the things wrist, at the same time he brought his other hand around, and landed a blow on the things arm that produced a satisfying snap. He shook the other arm off of his leg, and moved a few steps away in order to view his opponents.

“Guess I was wrong about there not being monsters here.” The Nobodies didn’t look like any monster that Zelos had seen before, but that didn’t matter, he would do what he did to all monsters. He felt the magic flow through him as the circle appeared bellow him and began to rotate. “You guys picked the wrong Chosen to mess with, JUDGMENT!”

As soon as the beams of angelic light began to fall from the sky and punch through the nobodies, Zelos drew his sword, unleashed his wings and dove into the fight.

No! Nothing here! Nothing at all!

The one track minds of the Dancers were set on one task and one task alone: find the worthy targets. None of these people seemed to even have an inkling of courage! They would not join in the dance! Did they only want to hide in the wings, off-stage and hidden? There was no fun in that!

But here… perhaps this was the star of the show! A new man stumbled through and took center stage. He even brought a brilliant light show with him!

Many of the group had fallen from the powerful only to be replaced by more who gracefully slid from the shadows, surrounding the newcomer.

Now it was time to dance!

Well… at least the Dancer’s were getting the job done, though Demyx did not think the mayhem was included. Many of the citizens died easily and barely resisted. Did the Organization really want these many people to die? But it wasn’t for him to question, right? … Right?

Man he would like some help… or at least some company.

That reminded him! The Nobody slipped a hand into his cloak, pulling out the sleek black journal and turning it on quickly. As fast as he could, he typed up his own message and the journal was turned off and returned to his its home.

A sudden shuffling from the side of the building echoed to the rooftop, reaching Demyx. The musician jumped back and eyed the edge suspiciously. Was someone coming to the top? Oh no no… He didn’t want to actually deal with anyone… Not him…

“Whose there?” Demyx called out with the bravest voice he could find.

All right, so Megara nearly slipped and fell a few times as she attempted to scale the side of the building, and her dress certainly wasn't helping (though she was thankful for that slit-- it made things remarkably easier,) but at least she was out of harm's way. Granted, these things didn't seem as annoying as that good-for-nothing river guardian, but she doubted she could sweet-talk them into anything.

And she didn't want to try.

She nearly lost her footing again as bright flashes of light caught her off guard, and she yelped softly as she began to tumble backwards. Thankfully, she managed to grab on to a protruding-- she didn't even know what it was, because she didn't see it, but whatever it was, she loved it. Saved from a most painful fall, she leaned back just slightly to catch a glimpse of the action.

... Was that someone with wings...? Well, at least he was able to do something, right? She smiled, impressed by his stupidity-- it reminded her of her first encounter with Hercules, honestly. Bravery was all fine and dandy, but there was a point where it crossed the line into complete and utter stupidity. Even if Hercules had defeated the river guardian, it'd still been while being stupid. This wing-guy? Yes. Completely stupid.

She turned her head up at the sound of the voice, eyebrows rising in confusion. Someone was up there? "...A little help here, please--" She huffed softly and continued moving upward. "Unless you want another corpse to stare at when the ballet leaves town."

Sitting on the top of another building, Morrigan watched as the red-headed man began to fight off the creatures. He was attractive, not to mention brave. Unfortunately, bravery wasn't always a good quality to have, and would oftentimes go hand in hand with stubbornness and stupidity. Oh well, if he wanted to die fighting, and giving others a rather amusing light show, then that has his choice.

Once the light faded away, Morrigan noticed someone else... A black figure. It was a man, but that was as much as she could tell from that distance. Strange… she knew that he had a soul. So why did it take her this long to sense him? There was that, and actually finding his soul had been a lot harder than it usually was for someone like her.

Very unusual, and therefore, interesting.

"Maybe I'll have a chat with him." she said to herself, still looking at the person in black.

“Hmm… it seems like I get a good fight wherever I go in this place.” Zelos said as more nobodies began to appear and surround him. “I think it’s time to try something new.” Zelos let the magic flow through him, and then thrust his hand up into the air. “RAY!” a ball of light appeared above Zelos and began to shoot out rays of light, that punched through the nobodies, thinning there numbers slightly. It was more of a distraction than an attack. Zelos knew that he was in serious trouble if he were to let the nobodies surround him. “Double Demon Fang,” Zelos yelled as two shockwaves issued from his sword, and made a nice gap in the ring of enemies. Zelos broke for the gap and flew to the rooftop. He was so intent on getting away from the nobodies that he almost collided with the green haired beauty that had been sitting to watch the fight. He quickly dogged right, and rolled on to the roof. He jumped to his feet and turned to the young woman. “Hey, I know this is exciting and all, but you should get out of here, this is getting dangerous.”

He didn’t expect it to be so loud and chaotic when he arrived at the Vanaheim gate. But it was a good sign. It meant the plans were already in motion. He would now make certain that they went off without a hitch.

It was so nice to not wait. Marluxia strode right up to the gatekeeper, who was hiding under his desk. A coward. Marluxia slammed his palm down on the desktop and the gatekeeper popped up like a jack in the box. He looked pale and frightened and had probably wet himself or something of the like.

“My journal, good man.” Marluxia extended an open hand at the gatekeeper. The man didn’t move. Marluxia closed his eyes wearily and barked, “NOW!” The man jumped a mile and practically threw a journal at him before ducking under the desk again. Marluxia caught the flung journal and opened it casually. He noticed the usual drabble about people being lost and looking for others. But among them was a little notice from Demyx. Marluxia typed a quick response before slipping the journal into his coat and pulling up his hood.

He ventured into the Vanaheim area proper now. Nobodies were out to play this day; most notably of them, Dancers. The hand of Demyx was in this already. Now to find the man and solidify his wavering attitude.

Marluxia walked along the nearly deserted streets, letting his ears guide him. The sounds of battle were not far now. Up ahead there were flashes of light and yells and struggle. Someone was taking on the Nobodies! How quaint. Marluxia hurried closer, prepared to back up the Nobodies if need be. He got close enough to notice someone fly up quickly. Maybe that person had targeted Demyx. Either way, he’d stay on the ground level until he heard Demyx’s shrill screams, which could never be mistaken for anything else.

A show stopper? All the Dancers within the vicinity suddenly stopped as when a large part of their cast was suddenly eradicated. They all stood staring, honed in on the crimson haired man. It was a sort pause, a breather if you will, as they gracefully began to gather together, moving closer and closer to their offender.

More Nobodies were called from the darkness, substitutes for their lost cast members. The man now stood with a lascivious woman.

Very well then. The more the merrier!

Again, the Dancers leaped in, this time as group and completely in sync. They turned, swirled, and sprung, closing the gap between them and their prey.

Carefully, Demyx peered over the eave of the building. A woman hung there, clinging to the side of the building and for dear life. Part of him knew it would only be right to help her out but what if the others heard? He had more than enough of their mockery and ridicule.

He was about to answer her question when a second flare of light erupted from the street below. The Nobody flinched before glancing over at the chaos. So someone showed up and decided to fight! Well, that was good... right?

Oh! Another good thing stood amidst the Dancers: Marluxia. So he really did show up! That was great!

A shuffle from the side fo the building reminded Demyx of the woman in the precarious situation. He poked his head over the edge again and called down to her, "Umm... actually, you're doing pretty good! You can probably get up yourself, right?"

She peered up at the-- whoever that was up there, and she patiently awaited the help that never came. All right. She could handle this. Men were creeps, anyway, and she didn't really need her help. When he peered back down at her, she glared up at him and grit her teeth, not at encouraged by his words. Instead, she kind of wanted to punch him in the face.

"Probably," she sneered, rolling her eyes, and continued the arduous task of climbing up the side of the wall. She thankfully managed to keep her thoughts to herself, though this was only due to her needing to concentrate.

Finally, she pulled herself over the edge and onto the roof and promptly collapsed, exhausted. Her arms and legs felt like they had bricks attached to them, and she was fairly certain that if it wasn't for the discomfort, she would have wasted no time giving the cloaked man a piece of her mind.

After a few moments of remaining still, she pushed herself up into a seated position and looked up at him. "Oh, my darling rescuer~" she batted her eyelashes, feigning adoration. "What ever would I have done without you?"

Looking to be unfazed at the potential collision between the two of them, Morrigan looked over her shoulder and addressed the man. "What, and miss out on seeing more of you and your wonderful abilities? I don't think so."

This was her first encounter with these odd creatures, not to mention that she only just recently arrived to this city. For her to just run away and hide like a weak little human was simply unacceptable! If she was going to be here, then she should at least enjoy herself as much as she could, right? And she did like to “play” with others, human or otherwise.

"Ah, but how rude of you… Now that you're here, those little critters are going to come after you. Which means that my viewing area will be ruined!" She stood up and patted herself. "Or maybe I'll be able to have a closer look at them?" Turning over the man, Morrigan looked at him and smiled. "What do you think?"

Oh yes, he was definitely much more attractive up close.

Zelos was beginning to really like this girl. “My humblest apologies for disturbing your place.” Zelos nimbly spun his sword in his hand. “My name is Zelos Wilder.” Zelos suddenly sent a Demon Fang past the girl in order to knock the Nobody that had been attempting to scale the building back to the ground. He stepped forward towards the girl, and kissed her hand, no one could resist the kiss on the hand. “I am the Chosen.” Yes Zelos was truly turning up the charms on this girl. Her suggestion to take on the nobody’s, only encouraged him more. Zelos liked a girl who could hold her own in combat.

There was surprisingly little to watch on the ground, now that the source of the defensive attacks had gone upward. There were the dancers, but those were boring minions. They didn’t do much of interest. Everything had moved to the rooftops. Marluxia walked the streets, looking upwards as he went. He noticed a woman hanging from the side of a building… and then a cloaked fellow peered down at her. That could be none other than Demyx. He had to give Demyx credit, though. He didn’t so much as touch the woman. She managed her way to the top on her own.

Since all the action was up there, that was where he’d go. It was simple enough to summon a doorway of darkness and step through it. He emerged on the same rooftop as Demyx and the wall-climbing woman. He remained about ten paces from the two of them.

“Good work,” Marluxia said, folding his arms. “Now that you have her where you want her, you’d best finish the job.” From under his hood, he looked at the exhausted woman. She was a perfect target. So perfect that even a fool like Demyx could easily accomplish his goal. If he couldn’t, well, Marluxia was very good at punishment.

Luckily, Demyx's look of relief was hidden by his hood. Should any of the Organization XIII members have seen it... oh god. He didn't want to think about that. He had quite enough with everyone for the time being.

“Good work. Now that you have her where you want her, you’d best finish the job.”

Point two for the hood! This time Demyx was luckily able to hide his surprise. The Nobody whipped around, spotting yet another man dressed just like him. He'd recognize that voice anywhere too. Marluxia.

And now... now he was stuck. It wasn't so much that he felt any outrageous need to save this girl. In fact, he had no heart. Demyx had no feelings whatsoever. But wouldn't it be pointless? Why bother?

Then again... He always had his orders. His stupid, stinking orders.

"Uhh..." Demyx turned away from the girl, facing his fellow from the Organization. "Well, you see, there would be no point in it because... uhh.." The musician trailed off. Since when did Marluxia ever listen to his reasoning anyway?

Damn it. He was stuck.

Oh... Poor guy. The fellow Dancers of their now vanquished ally watched momentarily as Zelo's attack cut through the Nobody. This was not what sparked their anger. Instead it was this new woman.

She now took the spotlight instead of them! Despicable! Inconceivable! They simply would not stand for this!

With utter grace, the Dancers swung passed Zelos and drove straight for Morrigan.

That'll teach her from stealing their show!

She looked up at the sound of another voice, the cloaked man's words confusing and surprising her a little more than she'd like. 'Finish the job'...? Had she climbed all the way up here only to have gods-know-what done to her? Well, this was nice. Where the hell was Hercules when he could be useful? Or Hades, for that matter? He wouldn't stand for something like this. After all, he needed her-- only he didn't, exactly, but that was far from the point. The point was--

She didn't need to put up with this.

"Excuse me," she started, that all too sassy, holier-than-thou tone thankfully ever-present. "I don't quite recall him wanting me anywhere, least of all here." She pushed herself to her feet-- albeit slowly, and began to brush herself off. "You've got the wrong girl, oh Cloaked Bringer of Death. You might want to avoid from jumping to conclusions in the future."

For all her sassy smart-talking, Megara was actually quite a bit horrified. Thankfully, the emotion was easily masked, but it was there, nonetheless, and it was irritating. Had she known she'd fled one horrid situation only to apparently wind up in something even worse, she wouldn't have even bothered going through the trouble of climbing up here.

A large silver blur darted past the building where the two people stood, beset by Dancers, lunging up suddenly into the air straight towards the writhing group of Nobodies. Long narrow jaws snapped shut around a booted leg, teeth tearing skin and snagging fabric. The great wolf hit the ground running, dragging the unfortunate creature behind him. He pawed to a stop some distance away out in the open, an area already cleared of people, whether fleeing from the monsters or Graywolf himself. Though he didn't like to admit it, they had a decent reason to run.

He hadn't eaten in days.

It was almost ridiculous how hard it was to find food in this place. He had been so used to just being served his own food, demanding it even, but there were no more servants, and he couldn't bring himself to bullying people. So, he had learned with some trial and error, as well as a few sore teeth, that the decorative fruit trees dotting Paixao were just that, decoration. Not real. There weren't even any animals, other than strange glowing white monsters, and these weird human-but-not-human smelling things.

His mane flared, and he gave his prey a violent shake, hearing bones snap and crack with a satisfying crunch between his teeth. The monster released the still living creature, letting it fall hobbled to the ground, still squirming and writhing in its odd dance. He lowered his head to give the thing a cursory sniff, pink tongue licking at his lips. No blood. Oh well, blood or not a meal was still a meal. If a scrawny one, one that was barely a mouthful. ... That wouldn't do.

Blue eyes roved over to the still swarming Nobodies, and he charged their way again, paws swift over the cobblestone street. That violent almost comical shock of gray fur around his head and neck bristled as he dashed for them, curled silver horns crackling with light blue sparks. He opened his jaws wide and roared in exertion, blue lightning discharging from his horns into the ranks of the enemy in one powerful bolt, turning that rhythmic dance into a spasmodic jerk.

"The Chosen, you say." Couldn't he have a picked a more original title? It's not like there probably weren't dozens of self-proclaimed ‘chosens’ wandering around already.

If he was "The Chosen", then Morrigan couldn't help wonder of what he was picked for. Indeed, she thought about it she watched him kiss her hand. "That's a good title for you to have, Zelos." If he was type that loved being around women then this would be much easier than she thought.

"Since you're being such a gentleman, I shall also tell you my name. It's..." She stopped at the sight of the white creatures heading for her. Smiling, Morrigan looked at them and talked to herself. "So it's finally my turn to play? Wonderful."

Leaping high into the air, Morrigan's current clothes were torn apart, and instead, was her black and purple outfit. Two sets of wings had also revealed themselves; two small ones on her head, and another much larger pair on her back. Flying upwards, she looked on with interest and curiosity.

Hmm, what would be a suitable way to deal with them?

"Oh, I know!"

On command, Morrigan's wings changed shape and soon turned into several elongated spikes. Shooting out, they each headed towards the creatures that seemed intent on 'meeting' her, effectively skewering and impaling them in the process.

Zelos almost laughed when she said that Chosen was a good title to have. In reality it wasn’t, but it gained him the ear of the king, and the attention of many young ladies. The Chosen have been a curse, but it gave him power and prestige… introducing himself in this fashion was simply a habit.

Before the girl could give him her name though, she leapt into that air and underwent a very odd transformation. “Ah, it gets more interesting every minute,” Zelos whispered to himself. He revealed his own wings and floated up to her level as he watched her lay waste to a group of Nobodies. “Those are some nice wings, although the only things I know that have wings are Summon Spirits, monsters, and angels. You’re defiantly not a Summon Spirit, you aren’t any monster I have met before, and you seem a bit far from angelic.” Zelos thought for a moment. He wondered what he might be getting himself into by continually flirting with this women… oh well. “Then again,” Zelos said slyly, “I don’t always act like much of an angel ether.”

“You’re stalling, Demyx,” Marluxia stated simply. “Do it and stop babbling. Pull your weight, as I’ve told you to before.”

He turned to look directly at the outsider woman, who had decided to get fresh with him. That was an admirable attempt at distraction. Maybe if he had been named Demyx instead, he would have fallen for it. As it stood, Demyx could hardly bring himself to attack her. Who knew what went on in that empty head of his.

“Then forgive me, madam,” Marluxia said with a deep bow. “I misspoke.” As he rose from his bow, he extended his right arm to the side. A band of darkness flowed out from his body, spiraling along his arm. Once it reached his hand, it stretched into his weapon, a scythe. He gripped it, then rested the handle on his shoulder. “I should have said I have you where I want you.” He smiled, though it wasn’t visible. “One last chance, Demyx. Follow through, or I reserve the pleasure of reporting your failure to the Superior. Won’t he love hearing about how you couldn’t take even the easiest of targets?” He tsked at Demyx and shifted his scythe, preparing to use it.

"Monster? Me? That's not a very nice thing to a lady. But since you're a good-looking guy, I think I'll let you off easy just this once." She flew closer to him and whispered into his ear. "And let me tell you now that my wings aren't the only nice part about me."

Looking at the ground and rooftops beneath them, Morrigan could still there were still many of white creatures left to be dealt with.

"Hmm, I don't normally like to share my fun with others, but we have so many today, and I wouldn't want to have a capable man like just sit on the sidelines, watching me enjoy myself." She smiled at him. "Who knows, if you manage to keep, then I might be willing to spend some time with you afterwards..."

Ah… this woman… she seemed almost perfect… almost as if she was the female counterpart of Zelos. Had Zelos stopped to think he would have probably realized that interacting with a female version of him was probably not a good idea. Unfortunately, Zelos was thinking rather on the “nice parts” that she had mentioned, and of coarse her proposition.

“For the opportunity to spend time with you I would slay a thousand monsters.” The line was corny but (hopefully) effective. “And drinks are on me.” Zelos looked down at the creatures that moved in movements that almost reminded him of dancers. “It looks like they want to dance, shall we provide them with this wish, my lady?” Zelos unsheathed his sword, and prepared to dive into battle.

(OOC: So, do you think we should move these two to another thread considering that they are having zero interaction with any of the other characters? Not right now but eventually?)

A frown formed beneath Demyx's hood when the woman spoke. Hey! Hey! Wasn't he the one defending her? What was that attitude for? When someone was helping you, you should be grateful. This woman obviously wasn't.

Number Nine then glared, only for a moment, when Marluxia repeated his order. "Fine," he answered curtly, holding a hand high above his head. A large sphere of whatever formed around himself, making a barrier if only for a few moments. Yet another smaller sphere formed in his hand before it blossomed into the large instrument: his sitar.

With the precise notes and a delicate strum, four clones of water bubbled from the ground, quickly surrounding the woman.

Demyx turned from the clones and looked back at Number Twelve. "Happy now?"

Fly? They could fly? The Dancers watched, mesmerized by the distance that now lie between them and their prey. The sky was not their territory... but they would have to return to the ground some time.

Luckily, the Nobodies found yet another target. In fact, this one was even more interesting. A wolf of sorts... They hadn't fought anything so feral in who knows when.

The Dancers turned, creeping upon the wolf and springing forward, one right after another.

He spared a glance up at the two humanoid figures now doing battle in the sky, sharp hearing picking up the muted sound of almost casual conversation. At least they weren't screaming like the multitude of blondes, now away from the area by a good ways, but still shrieking from the sound of it. Graywolf snorted, and turned his attention back on his prey, paws scraping across the cobblestone as he did a quick turn about, darting out of the ranks that now tried to envelope him.

Static remnants of his lightning attack danced threateningly across his silver horns, blue sparks disappearing into his mane. It was a bluff, and that was all it was. His electricity was gone, and that meant... no more lightning for a while. He gave a mental sigh as he dashed away, putting at least some distance between him an the swarm. That always happened. He always ended up using his techniques early, wasting them when he didn't need them, and forcing himself to do fight up close and physical. Something which, despite his size, he hated. Now he didn't even have any minions around anymore to help him. A pack was always better than a single lone Tiger.

Speaking of packs...

The great wolf bared his teeth in a snarl, gray fur bristling, as he whirled back around to face the Dancers as they came for him. A low growl rumbled deep in his chest, and his blue eyes widened, crouching down and launching himself horns first back into the fray with a roar, and a challenge. His large form collided with the dancers, and he leapt from one target to the next, tackling and goring with all his girth thrown into it.

She'd been about to deliver a smart-assed reply when the second cloaked figure pulled a scythe quite literally from thin air. It didn't take long to realize just how dire her situation had actually just become, and it took even less time for her to realize that there was no way out of this situation-- unless, of course, she could somehow sweet-talk her way out of it, but she doubted she'd be able to pull such a thing off.

As the monsters formed and began to surround her, Megara swallowed hard and turned to glare daggers at both of the cloaked men, eyebrows narrowed as she hid the fear welling up within her tiny frame. "Taking out poor, defenseless girls is something you take pride in?" she managed, albeit after a moment's worth of hesitation, and glanced around at the clones. "I can't imagine why your 'Superior' would want you wasting time on someone who can't even defend herself. You must feel so proud of yourselves for this." There was the vaguest hint of fear in her voice, though it seemed outshone by her determination to keep up a hard front. Fear, after all, was human nature-- Megara knew she had little to fear. Death wasn't such a big deal when one was a minion of Hades; she'd be desensitized.

"Well now, aren't you the generous one? Willing to do so much, all so that you can spend some time with little ol' me..." If Zelos kept that behavior up, all he would get would be an untimely demise. But she wasn't about to tell him that now, was she? Oh no, that wouldn’t be any fun for her at all. After all, Morrigan figured that letting them find out on their own was the best way to around it.

"I'll hold you to those words then." She smiled at him before passing one of her hands along her green hair for a moment. "If you’ll have me, I would like nothing more than to share this dance with you, good sir."

[OOC: We could move them to do something else whenever you want. All I can see them doing for the time being is killing Nobodies and flirting with each other. Not that I wouldn't mind writing that out for a bit more.]

Marluxia nodded his approval, letting his scythe settle against his shoulder. Demyx could be useful when he put his mind to it. The others judged him too hastily.

Since the woman was such an easy target, and Demyx had been spurred into action, Marluxia decided to let him handle the chaos alone. “Well, it’s been nothing short of entertaining, but there are other quadrants of the city that require my further attention.” He pointed at Demyx. “Don’t botch this one. It’s so easy, even you could do it blindfolded. And don’t let her words get to you. She’ll be a fine catch if her skills are as sharp as her tongue.”

Content with the scene’s progress, Marluxia summoned another dark portal and stepped through it, vanishing in a moment’s time.

“It would be my very deep honor to danc… what the hell?” Zelos uttered as he witnessed a grey wolf shoot electricity from his mouth, and then begin to attack the Nobodies. The wolf was obviously a monster, but it was attacking the other monsters, so for the moment, it was an ally. “It seems, my dear lady, that we have been beaten to the fray. So, without further a due, I think it is time for us to take the floor.” Zelos banked his wings, and dove backwards towards the fight, so that he was still facing Morrigan. “I hope you can keep up with my lead.” Zelos turned in his dive and raised his sword over his right shoulder, ready to cut down the closest Nobody.

[OOC: We could have them kill a few Nobodies, and then be forced to hole up somewhere. Yes, I agree with the flirting, for some odd reason, putting Zelos’s life in such gave danger is amusing me greatly.]

The clones, as always, were doing their job. Surround the girl and keep her from escaping, that was their job. Once Demyx issued the orders, they were committed to following every little detail. It simply was not in their nature to disobey. Demyx also preferred them to the Dancers. He was more... in sync with them, if you will. If he did not fully concentrate, they would begin acting on their own. That was one thing the Organization XIII did not want.

The Nobody pouted as Marluxia disappeared within the tendrils of darkness that issued form the portal. Angrily, he turned away, allowing the ground to take the full wrath of his gaze. Why was he always stuck with this messy job? Quite frankly, he agreed with the girl. What interest would Number One have with her?

But orders were orders...

"Listen," Demyx turned to the girl, aggravation clear in his voice. "The Organization probably sent the wrong guy for this anyway. I'd be happy sitting back with some friends of my own but I can't."

The Nobody walked to the edge of the building and looked down at the turmoil below. "And just don't try and run away, okay? Those clones are smarter than they look."

Once again, he returned his attention to the battle below. It was impossible to hide and now the Nobodies were doing more than loosing. There was now a wolf and two flying people of sorts. They were doing their best to slaughter all of the Nobodies.

"HEY!" Demyx called down, attempting to grab your attention. He had gotten the one girl and he was supposed to find as many people as he could. Marluxia had spoken to him about strategy and enemies before, one of which included making a deal. "If come up here and swear to keep your peace, I'll make a deal with you!"

Whatever these monsters were, they were going to make a lousy meal, Graywolf decided in dismay, watching the six or seventh Dancer eventually fall beneath his claws, and quickly disappear. If he didn't finish them, they eventually got up and started fighting again, and when it was ended for sure, they vanished completely. Why did everything that looked food here have to have some sort of catch?

Frustrated and just plain hungry, he bounded and leaped high, sailing through the air over the remaining mass of Dancers. At the peak of his jump, a diving flicker of movement caught his attention, and his gaze shifted to glance at one of the winged humans, now diving into battle. The stranger was more than welcome to it, but hopefully he wasn't after them for the same reason the Tiger had been. The great wolf hit the ground at a run, skidding to a smooth stop upon hearing the voice calling out.

Graywolf turned to face the speaker, locating him easily enough on top of a building. Another human. For the moment, he had escaped the fray, and the Dancers appeared occupied with the newcomer. So, what the hell? He stared up at him for a second or two, before calling back idly, his voice rasping, but loud enough to be heard. "It's hard to be peaceful with monsters everywhere. What's this deal you're talking about now?"

One furry brow arched, and with no immediate danger around to impede him, he took a seat on his haunches. Why would he even want to make a deal with some strange kid anyway? Was there something he was missing here?

Morrigan smiled at Zelos as she followed him back to where the fighting was going on. It seemed that their dance floor had gained another participant, in the form of a... wolf? Ah well, regardless of what species and beings were getting involved in this, the more the merrier.

Landing next to the “Chosen”, she took a look around before yawning. As interesting and exciting as this all was… Why did they have to attack while the sun was still out? Honestly, the nerve of some monsters, disturbing her beauty rest like that.

"I don't usually like to exercise so early, but I suppose I could make an exception just this once..." she said, motioning for the creatures to come at her and strike.

Demyx had to listen ever so carefully to hear the wolf over the chaos of the Dancers. An aggravated groan was soon to follow. Geeze! Why was this so hard for everyone? Didn't he hear what he said? Frankly, Demyx felt that his request was not too hard to follow.

With a sigh and a wave of the hand, all the Nobodies stopped moving. They were completely immobilized, mere statues upon the streets.

"There!" Demyx yelled back spitefully. "Happy now?"

Graywolf turned his muzzle to look at the mass of Dancers, each frozen in place in their complicated steps and attacks, for once remaining completely still. He blinked, and looked back at the human on top of the building curiously. So, this kid controlled these monsters, then. Whether through sheer for of will, or.. most likely some kind of magic. He'd never seen such obedience before, and he mused idly that the other members of the Four would have loved to get that kind of training into their subordinates.

Hell, he would have too.

"Not really." He yawned, and lifted one hind leg to scratch a difficult itch behind his silver horns. The great wolf shook out his mane, and called out conversationally, now that the danger is over. "So you said you wanted to make a deal? What deal?"

Demyx grumbled at the wolf's reply and crossed his arms. Seriously! No one seemed to have an ounce of respect for him? Where was this going to lead? He was doing what the Organization said even against his better judgment. But if he wanted a heart, he had to listen to the higher ups. That fact was set in stone and was not one the Nobody was about to ignore.

Raising his voice all the louder, Demyx peered down the building and yelled, "Yeah, you see--"

A high pitched beeping sounded from within his coat which caused the musician to jump. Clumsily, Demyx pulled the journal and flipped it open for a few seconds and read the message quickly. With a groan, he returned the journal to its home and glanced behind him. The girl was still there, surrounded by the clones. With a wave of his hand, they all melted into puddles that seeped over the edge of the roof into nothingness. He then turned back to the wolf and shouted, "Actually, I think I'll have to talk to you later. Gotta run!"

With that, the Nobody took a few steps backward into the writhing portal behind him, allowing the darkness to engulf him until he had disappeared.

Well, what was done... was done.

So the dance would end?

The Dancers heeded Demyx's order to cease attacking, though the urge to defy him was overwhelming. What more could they want than to rip through those with heart? This was the perfect opportunity but alas, it was too short and too sweet. The Organization member issued a mental order to retreat just as he had done.

Oh what a shame! The final bow! The curtain closed before them as each Nobody sunk into the ground and into darkness, leaving the streets void of any activity.

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