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Character(s): Hades and party goers! A handful of natives, and later a crapton of Neoshadows.
Content: After the Doctor gets back from his trip to the church.
Setting: Ceu de Mouraria
Time: Evening; Week 2
Warnings: None at the moment. Will probably be later |D

OOC note (UPDATED): Okay, so, Hades has made his official introduction. Anyone that still wants to join is stuck outside (I’d like to think I gave folk plenty of time to join if they really wanted); characters can try to find a way in, but any doors are sealed shut and darkness is sort of flowing from them. Outside the main doors is a pair of panicky natives. Poor Paixaoans. Or whatever we call them.

Anyone who is still inside, you can’t get out until Hades is satisfied just like people can’t get in. The ones who are more the ‘lighthearted’ and ‘good’ guys are obviously the ones getting more attention from the Heartless. Though if others join in to attack than hey, fair game. Unless you reek of darkness and more powerful than them *cough*Rozalin*cough* Neoshadows are more intelligent, after all. omg and they suck to fight, dammit CoM!

What can I say? Hades wanted a coliseum :| So I gave him one. :D;; Even if this isn’t quite the same. But ICly he has a goal in mind. *shrugs*

You can respond to Hades’ post, or start new comment chains. Whichever is… easiest.


Ceu de Mouraria seemed to be the perfect place to hold a party – at least, that was how Hades found it. All he really wanted was the space; the more guests, the better, eh? And by the sounds of things… he was attracting a decent turnout. He wondered how many of them really knew the event as a ‘trap’ and how many were just too damn naïve to keep up with the times. Either way, he didn’t mind too much, as long as they came.

Courtesy of the ever lovely and fascinating (oh, how she proved the easily changing allegiances people could have) Rosemary, secretary to Paixao’s former mayor, he enlisted more ‘help’ from the citizens that already worked at the opera house. They were the ones who stood outside, welcoming guests within – smiles and youthful faces as always – and moved around the inner parts of the venue offering drinks (alcoholic, of course) and small finger-food from a local café. Really, Hades might actually owe Rosemary a thanks or two.

And if asked about the drinks, whether or not they were poisonous, any of the citizens were willing to take a drink of one just to prove their safety. Hades wasn’t about to kill anyone, after all. He would play the ‘good’ host at least for now; let as many people in as possible, then make his grand appearance and let the real show begin.

He could hardly maintain his excitement.

Jazzy music filled the building, circling around and filtering out to welcome guests to the inside…

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"Whatever you say boss," Hanekoma said with an easy grin, adjusting his shades before slipping his hands into his pockets. Moving in an easy slouch he stayed near enough to Auron for the other man not to have to worry about him, but far enough away to not get in his way.

He calmly dodged every attack that came his way, seeming to know where they were coming in advanced. One managed to get in close when Hanekoma was in Auron's blind spot, and Hanekoma calmly lifted a leg, letting the Heartless slam into his sandal, causing it to explode in in a cloud of darkness. Looking over his shoulder, he couldn't help but admire Auron's skill. The man had a simple economy of motion that was art at its most brutally efficient.

Violence might have not been Hanekoma's forte, but he had to acknowledge it's artistic possibilities, even if he doubted a man like Auron would see it as so.

This certainly was turning into a very interesting evening indeed Hanekoma reflected as he bent out of the way of another attack, only taking a hand out of his pocket to retrieve another cup of coffee. At least it didn't look like he'd need to intervene quite yet.

[kotetsu-blade.livejournal.com]

No, Auron would never think of violence as an art. At least, not the same sort of art Hanekoma was thinking of. The ex-guardian only honed his skill to protect or defend, whether that was in regards to himself or others. To kill only for the sake of it was something he couldn't forgive.

There was no art to blood spilled in vain.

Even so, the man moved with an odd sort of grace despite the size of his weapon and the act he performed. Many Heartless fell with a single sweep of the blade while others were destroyed one-by-one in a single, clean slice. He continued like this for awhile before shouldering the weapon once more, a frown--hidden by the ex-guardian's large collar--pulling across his features.

He was reminded of Sin's assault on Zanarkand, almost, though there weren't any tankers hanging off of the highway for them to use now. There were too many of the creatures here. Once again his gaze landed on the god near the front of the room--the cause of all of this. "We take out the source," he announced suddenly. "Can you handle it?"

[rigsthegame.livejournal.com]

Hanekoma would never call the taking of a life art, it was something he was deeply opposed to. Still, everything else associated with his swordplay, the speed, the efficiency, the flow, all of it was like a dance. That was the part Hanekoma admired.

He continued to dodge and weave, smashing Heartless when he was positive no one was looking and keeping clear of Auron. Soon, though, he found himself back to back with Auron in the midst of a circle of Heartless. Glancing over his shoulder at the god standing on the stage, Hanekoma smirked and pushed up his sunglasses. "I should be fine. I'll just follow your lead boss."

Of course, in truth Hanekoma was one of the few people there who could probably take a god one on one in a straight fight, but so far the mortals were doing pretty damn good without him. Still, if worse came to worse, he had another little trick up his sleeve.

For now he settled for slipping his foot under a long metal curtain rod that had gotten knocked down in the fighting. Flipping it up into his hands, he twirled the pole experimentally, then grinned at Auron and said, "After you!"