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paixaorpg2006-09-25 07:49 pm
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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?
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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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.