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Estuans interius, ira vehementi... (Open/Active)
Characters: Sephiroth, Disney villains (?), Open
Content: Sephiroth has declared open season, and guess what game he's hunting?
Setting: City Hall
Time: Two days after this post.
Warnings: ...Violence almost a certainty. =|bb
Many things had changed in the past two months. Paixao was no longer what it had been; it had shrunk, buildings had been lost, and now, there were dark creatures attacking everyone, everywhere. And through it all, the Organization had professed innocence. So much so, in fact, that Sephiroth was inclined to believe them.
And so, that left these new interlopers. Maleficent. Jafar. Hades. And this castle of thorns, which now stood where city hall once had.
"Well. I suppose knocking is out of the question," he mused, standing at the base of the thorned castle.
Content: Sephiroth has declared open season, and guess what game he's hunting?
Setting: City Hall
Time: Two days after this post.
Warnings: ...Violence almost a certainty. =|bb
Many things had changed in the past two months. Paixao was no longer what it had been; it had shrunk, buildings had been lost, and now, there were dark creatures attacking everyone, everywhere. And through it all, the Organization had professed innocence. So much so, in fact, that Sephiroth was inclined to believe them.
And so, that left these new interlopers. Maleficent. Jafar. Hades. And this castle of thorns, which now stood where city hall once had.
"Well. I suppose knocking is out of the question," he mused, standing at the base of the thorned castle.
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Of course, that was his default strategy, but really, it was an especially good way to deal with these particular kinds. And without a second thought he charged, keyblade ready, slashing and bashing the dark creatures with a sort of haphazard skill borne of experience combined with no formal training.
But he had done this before. Fought more than this before. And so he would be fine. He was worried about Timon. "Hurry up, Timon!"