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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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So saying, Sephiroth took a swipe of his own at the thorned wall, with no more success than Sora had had. Except he didn't stop at the first one; back far enough that only the very tip of Masamune was touching the wall with each swing, he started moving that blade fast enough that it became a silver blur, and with each slash, he was releasing an arc of energy into the wall. He'd mowed through a battalion of main battle tanks with that same attack, but it had no more effect than a rainstorm on the wall.