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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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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.