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paixaorpg2009-10-15 06:53 pm
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Never trust the men in robes [Active]
Character(s): Xemnas, Lenne, ....Saix :D
Content: Now it's time for the first specimen... And why not start with a face he's already found interest in?
Setting: K4 streets
Time: Night, end of week 16.
Warnings: Experiments, Xemnas, likely some fighting.
One could never be prepared without sufficient data. There was always work to be done, there were always details to be gleamed. He had a goal, as always. And to achieve such a goal, he needed to once again carry out experiments.
He knew the first one that he would take in.
"I have said before to you once before: you never know what is lurking amongst the darkness, what you may encounter. I wonder, do you hunger for danger?" The voice the woman would recognize, but unlike the last time they had crossed paths, the Superior had once again donned his Organization robe.
It did not matter to him if she recognized what that meant.
Content: Now it's time for the first specimen... And why not start with a face he's already found interest in?
Setting: K4 streets
Time: Night, end of week 16.
Warnings: Experiments, Xemnas, likely some fighting.
One could never be prepared without sufficient data. There was always work to be done, there were always details to be gleamed. He had a goal, as always. And to achieve such a goal, he needed to once again carry out experiments.
He knew the first one that he would take in.
"I have said before to you once before: you never know what is lurking amongst the darkness, what you may encounter. I wonder, do you hunger for danger?" The voice the woman would recognize, but unlike the last time they had crossed paths, the Superior had once again donned his Organization robe.
It did not matter to him if she recognized what that meant.
no subject
But he wasn't give either of them the time to pay much attention that as he all but launched himself at Ifrit with a snarl of wordless fury. There would be no holding back now, his sword swinging in even as he came. It dodn't matter how long it took, or how many times he missed. The enemy would fall.