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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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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.