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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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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.