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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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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.