Putting Holes in Happiness (Plot Thread!)

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Putting Holes in Happiness (Plot Thread!)

Sephiroth · If you can't destroy it, might as well enjoy it.

Sephiroth stepped out from his portal of darkness. Hallow Bastion was lost to everyone now. He had no choice but to find a new home. It was pity; he was rather used to the place. He would change and adapt and maybe in this new world he could find make himself a new home. He closed the portal behind himself. It was an alley he luckily appeared in as to not draw any notice to himself. It was a dark world and that already agreed with him.

Confidently, he walked out from the corridor and into the lighted streets of Traverse Town. It was busier here and that got under his skin. He avoided people whenever necessary. He observed the towns people from his vantage point. He needed to know his surroundings and the creatures there if he was to try to make a home here. The people here seemed chaotic at best. He never observed such odd behavior in anything short of war or disaster. This did not bode well at all. He, despite, himself smirked. His eyes lit up with the flames of a sinister nature gleaming with destruction.

The silver haired man stepped out into the streets. He was not afraid of anyone of these people. Nothing in this world could falter the confidence he had in his abilities. He stuck to the side of the street to avoid contact with anyone. Even if his urges told him to infect and destroy, he needed to know this environment.

It did not take long for a woman to step into his path. She was young, most likely, a teenager. Her makeup ran down her face from the tears evident in her eyes. She was still sobbing as she approached the warrior. She wiped her eyes futilely before latching onto his person suddenly. Her shoulders heaved in her sobbing as she professed to this obvious stranger. She just could not help herself anymore. She was in obvious distress.

“They are gone! They are all gone! My family.... they were killed!” She cried into his leather coat, gripping the lapels in her pale white hands.

Sephiroth immediately glared down at this tiny frail thing invading his personal space. His features were no longer frigidly cold. They morphed into a quiet anger beneath his pale skin. He lifted her chin to face him directly with a mock smile plastered on his face. Her demeanor seemed to brighten at this. She appeared she was going to be helped... oh was she going to be helped.

“Do not worry. I can remedy that.” He spoke almost soothingly. Faster than she could blink something cold and metal sunk into her flesh. He had Masamune summoned in his other hand impaling her completely from one side to the other. “You can join them soon.” Her expression was of sheer pain mixed with terror but she could not bring herself to scream, only cry more.

In a quick flick of his wrist he used the momentum of the sword to fling her body into a brick wall, splattering the mortar in crimson red as her body slid down painting with the morbid colors of death. Sephiroth could only watch with a detached look on his face. Death was nothing from the normal to him. But now that she was dead and his rage subsided, he was distraught with himself.

He rarely lost his temper so suddenly. He always prided himself on his control over his actions. Sure, sometimes, they weren't the nicest ones in the world, but he still knew what he was doing. That came out of nowhere as far as he was concerned. Something was wrong inside of his mind. He did not know what, but he did not like it. He hated it. Was his mind really falling apart at the seams as others before him had claimed? No! He would not let that happen! He reached up holding his right hand to his temple as his left still held Masamune tightly. This was not acceptable.

-- Edited by Sephiroth on Thursday 25th of June 2009 05:36:45 AM

Roxas · Warning: Molesting Emo Ahead!

Roxas was suddenly blinded as he felt himself being shoved out of his portal, the opening immediately closing up on him as soon as he was clear. Growling angrily, he kicked the wall, dealing more damage to his foot than to the stone. Eyes watering at the pain, he tried to compose himself as he limped around to get a better look at where he was. Where had that sudden burst of anger come from? Sure, the lack of control with his portals was an annoyance, but usually, that was all it ever was. Chalking it up to merely being tired and frustrated with his lack of progress, Roxas brought his mind back to present times and gazed around blankly.

"Aw, well this is bloody fantastic."
It seemed to be a huge cavern type place, with a torch glowing merrily beside him. On the far wall was a mural of the night sky, the moon in the middle of it's monthly phase. The whole area seemed to light itself, and on closer inspection, the rocks seemed to be speckled with little glowing spots, like fireflies had been shoved into the rocks. The thing that irked Roxas the most though, was the water. It was damp, and bloody freezing. Roxas detested being cold, it made him snappy.

Cussing under his breath at his bad luck, he began to move towards the apparent entrance to the cave. Walking through the decorated doorway and up the steps, he couldn't help but feel the air getting colder as he went up. Roxas rounded the final corner and stopped. In front of him was a floating platform. Looking around, he saw that the only way out of here seemed to be up. But it was cooler up here, than it was down in the cavern. Desperation clawed at him, compelling him to just take the damn platform up. He complied and clambered on, shivering on the journey up. He closed his eyes.

The platform came to a grinding halt, and Roxas opened his eyes to find himself in a strange dusty circular room. Stepping back a little to take a better look, Roxas's feet caught on a curtain and he tumbled through the opening and straight into more water. Coughing and spluttering, he scrambled back towards land. But there was nowhere on the damn island where he could find a way back onto dry land. Shivering and numb, he swam around the edge trying to find a way to get out, when he noticed a rock. It appeared to be floating in the water. Scowling, he tried to reach out for it, only to have it move out the way. Looking beyond the rock, Roxas found more of the strange floating rocks, and beyond that, a beach.

Grumbling, his muscles screaming the whole way, he began the long swim to dry land, cursing every stroke along the way. He'd only been here a few minutes, but Roxas decided that this World was a living hell for him.

Larxene · Melodious Savage

Chasing the storm. That was what Larxene's 'life' had come down to since the nymph had opened her eyes and found not unending darkness, but the pristine and empty halls of Marluxia's once glorious Castle Oblivion. Death had not come for her after all or not in any permanent sense. Her defeat had been merely a momentary set back.

It would have been an exaggeration to say she was crushed to find that out of the six who had been assigned to the mission, only she still clung to her non-existence. Rather she had found it fitting for she truly was the only one who had deserved to survive out of all of them. It became even more fitting when she returned to The Castle That Never Was and found it abandoned. Nobodies were not suppose to feel but she certainly had been overcome with what could be called glee at the notion that even Xemnas had fallen. That left her in command, Kingdom Hearts would belong to her and all lower ranked Nobodies would fall under her dominion now. It was almost too good to be true.

That was why she began 'chasing the storm' so to speak, seeking power and like-minded individuals through worlds that called to her nature. What good was it to be queen if she had no subjects? She needed power.. minions... otherwise, she would be a Queen of Nothing and as ironic as that was, it didn't suit her desires.

Days of thought and failed excursions to other worlds had brought her to one conclusion: Where better to find the lost, those in need of guidance, in want of power and gullible enough to fall under her heel than in Traverse Town? It was a dirty, vile place. Clearly beneath her of course, although the eternal night struck her as oddly beautiful. Even more so when lightning cracked the dark sky and lit it with heat and color. More importantly, it was full of refugees, heartless and ignorant fools awaiting a savior. To Larxene, the place seemed ripe for the picking.

It was a shame she had no idea how much time had passed and how much had happened since her 'defeat', she might have re-thought her plans.

She stepped from the portal with a grace even Marluxia would have been proud of, hood drawn up over her head just in case a soul remained who could identify her. She didn't need the keyblade master pointing her out in the middle of trying to lure someone under her thumb. What she found upon her arrival however, was not what she expected. The scent of blood immediately invaded her nostrils, sweet yet sickly ..and fresh. She wrinkled her nose; eyes darting about for the source and quickly spied a body. A few bodies actually, none of which appeared to have died naturally.

"What the bloody Hell is this?" Her tone of voice suggested irritation. They were in her way, blocking her steps, staining the street with their worthless blood and if they weren't already dead - she felt she might have snapped their necks just because they existed and were ugly. An odd thought but not one she found unusual. Violence was her way after all.

With narrowed eyes, the nymph stepped closer, avoiding the crimson liquid pooling and congealing against the stone path and nudged one over with the tip of her boot. A man. An ugly man, apparently impaled in the stomach by a dinner fork. Lovely. Just how the f*ck did that happen? Without thinking, she gave the body a swift kick to express her frustration at coming upon the scene. "Worthless fool. Be glad you're in the arms of death or I'd kill you to spare the world your face."

She spat in disgust and stepped past him. There had to be others here who weren't stupid enough to die by their own dinnerware.

Public Enemies · Crazy TurkMobile

((Reno))

The redheaded ponytailed Ex-Turk turned bodyguard had gotten used to wandering on his own. At first he had found this task immensely difficult so focused on the challenge it presented him. He, of course, knew how to survive on his own having done so for a long time before employment by Shinra. Yes, he may have joined a gang for sheltered protection from other gangs but that certainly didn't protect you from the inside. Gangs were dark dismal and violent cults where only the toughest, the fiercest, and the cruelest survived. Naturally he had gotten himself into a lot of trouble but he was slippery, tricksy and he guessed that was why no matter how many stunts he pulled they never finished him off. He always did bring in more than he stole from the pool. Stupid pool system never worked anyway. If you were a second late or out on a job when they were dividing the plot you never got a look in. Even then it was done on worth. Stupid pool system never worked.

Home is where the heart is, or so they say. Currently home was swallowed in big swabs of darkness and while Reno may not mind the sprawling black he didn't care for it either. He happened to like Gaia and its swirling green River of Life that more often than not saved you from a proper death sentence. Of course, the Planet may decide that it didn't want the likes of him still running around. She was entitled to that opinion.

Reno was on his own, as usual. Surviving. The pinnacle of survival was none other than Traverse Town. The dark, dank, treacherous planet was just what he was looking for. It offered supplies at cheap prices, it was full of people to flirt with and a bar or two to drink away the endless nights. And of course, there was a plentiful supply of punchbags that were busy attacking every living thing it set its sights on. Still, it wasn't the same as beating on something that had blood pumping. Oh how he missed good old monsters like roamed back home. Even the Genesis copies served some satisfaction despite the fact they were mostly the same and came in less variaties than Heartless. Even better when the Department of General Affairs were able to interrogate those pesky traitors. In Shinra nothing was worse than Treason.

Reno arrived in Traverse Town a while after deciding that was the place he wanted to be. With so many people being dumped there or taking refuge it was a good place to be. Of course he had to be on his best behaviour in the First District since it was apparantly netural territory. Although even the bad guys did appreciate a place where they didn't have to worry about being jumped.

He wasn't quite expecting this.

The last time Reno had graced this planet with his presence it had certainly been more organised and...well...civilised too. The tangy metalic smell of blood in the air was so thick he could taste it and it was setting off some urges that he had been supressing for three years. Rufus Shinra didn't want the Turks doing the 'usual business'. He was turning over a new leaf so he couldn't have his subordinates causing havoc and killing people at random (or not so random). He hadn't even been allowed to get drunk unless a sober Rude was present. Oh how the fun had been taken out of life. Of course, he dealt with it. What the President wants the President gets and Rufus had always been more appreciated by the Turks than his father. He spoke their language and treated them with respect. Most of the time anyway.

Traverse Town was what one could only describe as chaos. Reno felt the hyper cruel manic side rising. He never had been the most centered, stable person. When his sadistic streak a strong obssessive personality was presented with such an opportunity it just couldn't be helped. For a brief moment he considered leaving but passed it off quickly. It was only when a man lay broken at his feet when he frowned. He had made a promise. Reno felt somewhat bad that he coudn't actually remember what the guy looked like and started to wonder if he had ever noticed before he attacked him. Or did faceless attack him first? He supposed he should feel guilty that he had just murdered a living being when there were plenty of non blood creatures around to slaughter, and that there was a small satisfied, cruel smirk on his lips. On the otherhand some urges didn't like to be suppressed for so long and they weren't exactly allowed to do much when the WRO required assistance.

Reno knew he should feel bad. It gave him pause for thought. There was only one nagging problem however. It had felt so good.

-- Edited by Public Enemies on Saturday 27th of June 2009 12:14:50 AM

Flare&Nero · Just Slightly Bi-Polar.

Flare appeared with a crack of light in a small dark alley, he dismissed his sword abruptly. He looked up at the dark night sky, it wasn’t the most beautiful place, in fact it felt far too much like…like his own world when it was at war. Flare took in a deep breath, malice flooded into him there was something wrong here. Flare wrapped his coat around him and left the alley. He passed through the streets trying to avoid brushing against too many people, he didn’t like physical contact to begin with and now more then ever he hated it. He felt hate and malice vibrating off these people. Something was wrong, but he felt helpless against it, the further he walked the angrier he became.

‘Flare, what is wrong? You are so angry…why?’ Nero’s confused voice was rather annoying, if they were not part of the same body Flare would have hit him, ‘Flare? Why? Why are you thinking such things?’
Nero’s worried voice pulled Flare back from the anger, ‘I don’t know… I just feel so angry..’
Nero hummed in agreement, ‘Searching for Seltex and Lee is getting rather bothersome…but we can’t let that get to us.’
Flare felt more anger flood into him, ‘Shut up Nero. Your voice is making me angry!’
Nero fell abruptly silent, panic gripped him, something was wrong terribly wrong.

Flare continued down the streets, a woman bumped into him and without a pause for thought he back handed her. The old lady scurried away from him in fear and Flare didn’t care. Nero watched on in shock, this was not the Flare he knew. Flare pulled out from the main stream of people and pushed back his Black hair from his face. There were fewer people in the side streets, a tall man walked over to Flare. The elemental saw a glint of metal as the man tried to stab him. Flare side stepped quickly, anger was radiating off this man, like it was off himself. Flare removed a glove and grabbed the man setting him alight. People started screaming as the man was engulfed in fire. Flare stepped back unable to believe what he had just done. He replaced the glove and quickly fled.

‘What… what is wrong with me!’ He cried mentally to Nero.
‘I…I don’t know,’ Admitting those words hurt Nero, because he couldn’t help his only friend.

Flare found a secluded alley and sat down, "What is wrong with me!?" He cried.

Axel · Roxas, His Indecent Obsession.

The portal the Axel opened into Traverse Town was of most unfortunate placement; as he stepped out, he was immediately sent sprawling by a box he was certain hadn't been there the last time he'd used this corridor. What resulted was a truly humiliating display of pinwheeling arms and a startled yelp that culminated in Axel faceplanting onto hard pavement.

Clutching at his now-gushing nose, Axel cracked eyes squeezed shut with pain back open to verify that no one had seen his particular failure at poised entry. Well, at least fate was not entirely against him today. Still, Axel felt frustration welling up within him, so strong and clear that once he noticed, he was startled out of it altogether.

"What.." he murmured under his breath, then winced as the movement sent pain shooting through his nose. Irritation rising again, he fumbled through his coat for a potion, splashing it indiscriminately on his face and then sputtering at the cold tingling that invaded his sinuses. Soon, though, he could at least breathe again, though his face was still dotted with his own blood.

Well, that could be remedied easily enough, seeing as the portal Axel opened had sent him to an alley that ran alongside the back of an old hotel, behind which some sort of stream - drainage or rain runoff, he assumed, but startlingly clean. Axel stepped to the edge of the water and knelt, but hesitated before touching the surface.

Sure, his face was dirty, but Axel didn't mind his own blood nearly as much as he minded being wet.

Sephiroth · If you can't destroy it, might as well enjoy it.

Sephiroth was angry at himself. He had allowed himself to lose the control he prized in himself. He had to be breaking inside of his mind. No, there would have been signs before now. It must be this world. On Gaia he had been a stronger being but even in Hallow Bastion he could feel how much of his power was taken from him. That had to be it. There was something in this world effecting his mind and causing him to lose control. However, he did not know what. It could be a spell or simply the mechanics of how Traverse Town functioned. He would have to look into the matter further before he could deduce any real conclusion.

He did not dismiss Masamune as he walked forward to explore this district more. He could tell immediately that he was near a shop. The more he looked around the more he noticed the blood lining the streets and cobblestones. It reminded him of Nibelheim minus the fire. People were either cowering in the shadows or attacking their fellow man. There was something very, very wrong with this world.

That is when he spotted the familiar black tuxedo and red hair. There was a professional air that the man carried himself in. Even through his broken memories he could recognize that a Turk was among this world. His name was something that he could not recall.

That is when he felt it again. It was a quiet rage that gripped his body and mind, but it danced not so silently behind his green eyes. It was an urge and impulse that consumed his being. He knew the feeling as the same from when he burnt down that wretched town. He recalled how he enjoyed the smell of the flames and the dying screams, but this time was different. It was not something he brought about himself. It was something outside effecting him. He had such a tight control over his mind that he knew when a foreign idea or drive was coming into play. This only made him more irritated.

He forced his steps toward the red head. His rage only built upon itself as he remembered the company the Turks worked for. The company that made him what he was now. What better way to thank them than to destroy everything that they stood for? Shinra took his friends and his life away from him. He owed them so much.

As he neared the Turk a man from the shadows jumped out with a knife raised to take his life. Without a moment's pause he slashed outwards cutting him clearly in two. The blood rained down on him as the body sailed into the ground. The blood did wonders for his mood. As it ran down the length of his blade and settled on his coat, he felt his nerves and rage placated for the time being. It was a wonderful serene feeling and he liked it. He almost felt like his control was restored, but he would not let himself be fooled by such things right now. His emotions could not be trusted to any degree.

He stopped a good distance from the Turk. He wanted room in case this turned sour. For now he would spare the Turk's life in exchange for information. He wanted control over his emotions and he would do anything to maintain that. It was similar to the times the mako treatments effected his mood. He sought almost anything to balance it out including shutting himself away from society. In all of his years, he would never figure it would come down to asking even an employee of Shinra for help, and how did he hate it.

“Turk.” He said in a stern tone to catch the redhead's attention. “What is wrong with this world?” He demanded. He was going to get straight to the point. If that did not work he knew that rage would fill him once more and extract information out of the lanky man.

-- Edited by Sephiroth on Tuesday 30th of June 2009 01:38:23 AM

-- Edited by Sephiroth on Tuesday 30th of June 2009 07:16:20 PM

Roxas · Warning: Molesting Emo Ahead!

Roxas's teeth chattered as he tread in the water, absolutely freezing out of his mind and only wanting to get out of this damn lake, but he was tired from swimming. Muscles screaming with agony, he felt as if he was going to drown. Where the hell was Demyx when you needed the damn guy? A flash of irritation swept through him, reason soon following. What was with that? Roxas contemplated, blowing bubbles out of his mouth while he though. Demyx, as annoying as he could get some times, which the blond found was actually a rarity in his case, the musician rarely sparked any negative feelings within him.

There was really something wrong with him today.

Roxas turned his head to see one of those weird rocks heading in his direction again. Grumbling, he paddled aside as quickly as his tired body would let him, before, once again, trying to pull himself up onto one. This time he had more success. Heaving himself onto the cold surface, he lay there panting and staring at the sky visible by the hole in the ceiling of the massive cavern. Wow, he hadn’t even paused to think of what was above him. Feeling slightly detached from his body, he stargazed for a little bit, before an icy wind swept through his drenched clothes, causing him to shiver. Huh, where had the sudden draft come from?

Sitting up, Roxas saw movement near the end of the moving stepping stones. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to make any sense of the shadow. Curiosity once again rippled through him, and, unable to deny the urge, he stood up and slowly, carefully began to jump over the rocks. He didn’t care if it took him half an hour to get to shore, anything to stay out of the damn water…

Stepping onto dry land at last, he fell to his knees and crowed victory, his cheerful hollers echoing over the whole cavern. The noise was deafening. Which reminded him of the reason why he had come to dry land in the first place, other than being, well, dry. Turning to look at the shadow that had occupied his attention, however briefly, he squinted at the darkness - the light in the middle didn’t seem to quite reach here – and he stumbled back in shock.

“Axel?!”

Larxene · Melodious Savage

Sticking to the shadows, Larxene barely made a sound as she slipped through the darkened streets thoug,h with the sights she beheld, she had to wonder if she would have been really noticed even if she had walked out in plain sight. It was like the entire place had gone utterly insane. The townsfolk were arguing with each other, some taking those verbal spars one step further into physical violence. The scent of blood never quite left the air and no place seemed to be without the injured, the dead, the grieving or the completely mad.

"This is really ****ed up.." The nymph murmured softly to herself. Given her violent nature and lack of a heart, it did not disturb her but rather seemed.. wasteful and without meaning. Chaos could be beautiful in it's own way.. but it rarely accomplished anything in the end but more chaos. Not exactly the goal she had in mind when she had picked this world to comb for potential followers.

She didn't get much time to mull upon the thought before beady, yellow eyes appeared in the space before her, several pairs of them clustered close together. Heartless. Of course they'd be here. They were probably feeding like nuts in this sort of environment. Well.. she was a bit tense and could use an outlet.

"Here stupid little shadows~" Larxene called out softly in a sing songy tone and brought her arms up, closing her hands into fists. A glint of light and her weapons appeared at the ready, the tips giving off a small charge of electricity.

"Let's play."

Public Enemies · Crazy TurkMobile

(*Squeaks!* OMG OMG OMG. I'm actually nervous! T_T I'm a Turk Pancake!)

There was a thick black acrid smoke oozing from over the tops of buildings in the distance. It crept up a smudge on the darkness as it crawled its way into the atmosphere spawned by a blazing fire in the Third District. The dark dank of Traverse Town was painted red by blood, the normal eery silence was full of erupting screams, the taste of terror and the smell of death. If Reno had not worked in the job he had, he surely would have been repulsed by the sights his vivid green eyes absorbed.

So far Reno had murdered a few people. The violent urge was strong and demanding, a long supressed desire nutured by Shinra and then stamped down upon by Rufus. The more he thought of them, the more the loyalty wilted turning to hate. His own boss had ordered the Turks to be eliminated. Why should he feel any sort of loyalty towards him? He didn't want him to kill uneccessarily but this town wasn't going to miss a few people. It had been too long since he'd been in an unfair fight where the odds were in his favour. The lower levels of Deepground had been simple, sometimes an irritance but that had been so long ago now. He hadn't been on Gaia for months.

Reno's hands were stained red. He swung between a violent rage and quiet shocked alterness. The moment he heard Sephiroth's voice however Reno's emotions took a turned towards scared senseless. He couldn't believe he was actually trembling and tears were welling up. He wasn't afraid of the Remnants and they were a bugger. He wasn't normally this upset at the sound of Sephiroth. What the hell was going on??

Reno made a strangled noise. Did he actually just squeak??!!

"The world is full of dangerous people, who are intent on causing chaos for reasons beyond their control," Reno replied arrogantly. They did think that reply was better than 'ehh umm....dunno?'

Flare&Nero · Just Slightly Bi-Polar.

Flare sat humming in the ally way, Nero hummed with him in his head. He had to get rid of the laughing. Flare didn't know where it was comming from but it was driving him slowly mad. Nero's soft tenor voice kept been drowned out by the noise but the red head was persistant he wasn't going to lose his friend. Together they hummed the lullaby from their homeworld its gentle soothing melody doing little for Flare's growing rage.

'Come on, it is alright,' Nero said softly to his only companion.
'It is horrible,' Flare said darkly.
'I know, I can hear it too.'

Nero continued to hum, stronger now, but to no avail, finally he began to sing. His voice was soft and soothing, and the laughter faded away. Even though it was gone Nero continued to sing until his friend was calm.
'Come on Flare, lets get out of here...'
'No...Your brothers...'
'If they are here they will find a way out...'
'No, we came here searching for them. So we'll search.'

Flare stood up and left the ally. He was calm for now, but he didn't no how long this feeling would last. Sensing his unease Nero went back to singing.

Flare headed back out into the busy streets of Traverse town. Anger was always on the sidelines of his emotions, but Nero kept singing. He looked around and saw people fighting and hurting each other, he desperately wished that if the twins were there somewhere they were hiding away from it all.

Axel · Roxas, His Indecent Obsession.

At the sound of something perhaps like a dying cow, or maybe victory, Axel hastily stood to face the source of the noise, only to freeze when he saw the figure ahead of him.

...Was he losing his mind?

And then that voice, that voice, and the force of his shock sent Axel staggering back a few steps. He noticed too late that his foot hit only air on the last, and he was sent sprawling for the second time in only a few minutes, though his undignified yelp was at least partially swallowed by the splash as he found himself in water just deep enough enough to submerge him and just shallow enough that he would surely soon have a lump on the back of his skull.

However dazed, Axel wasted no time in righting himself, clambering to his feet and holding on to the ledge to keep himself standing as his head reeled. He squinted at the shape - three shapes? - at the end of the tunnel, now even less confident that he was seeing what he thought he was.

"...I can't have hit my head that hard," he breathed incredulously.

LionHeart · Leon!Lion

(Alright next round! Please take Sephiroth's suggestion into your posts!

I would say yes that way more characters can meet up and sort have a semi team going. That way when the Joker attacks again the characters are sort of forced into helping each other out.

Larxene you are in the same area as Reno and I because of the diner so if you wish you could interrupt us wondering what the hell is going on.

Flame and Nero can join up with Roxas and Axel that way we have two teams of three. They could be working independently as so they get used to the ones in their team, but then realize there is another team out for the same goal?)

-- Edited by LionHeart on Tuesday 7th of July 2009 02:42:06 AM

Sephiroth · If you can't destroy it, might as well enjoy it.

(Don't worry Reno. You are not on the menu, yet...)

Sephiroth almost raised his eyebrow at the Turk's behavior. At least now he could conclude he was not the only one going insane at the moment. He could observe the changes in the other man's behavior. It was quick and all too easy for him to do. There was something very wrong with this world. At least it wasn't his mind cracking at the seams. The question remained though... how was he going to fight this outside force from invading his emotions.

“Yes, Reno, but a whole town, or even you and I? It all seems more like a setup.” He replied, more or less thinking aloud. He could almost feel his younger and untainted self sneaking in.

He knew now whatever this was... had to be effecting his emotions and playing them like a puppeteer does his puppets. He would theoretically have to find the strings to this game and severe them. This was easier said that done. That is when he felt it coming again, a shift in his emotions. His rage was trying to overpower his senses to the point that was all there would be. He was not going to roll over and take this!

He turned away from Reno. He never enjoyed it when people saw him lose his cold and indifferent mask. That would only irritate his already roller coaster emotions. He tried to tuck it all in the corner of his mind behind the doors and locks he put over his emotions. But he could feel it moving unnaturally powers against those blocks. They were pounding, building.

When he looked up his eyes zeroed in on a man stupid enough to come near him at the moment or just plain unlucky. He could no longer use the blocks in his mind to contain the moving emotions beneath his skin. Finally they bursted free and in a mere moment the unfortunate man himself in numerous parts, some of which went flying off towards a black cloaked, blond female.

Sephiroth's eyes were glowing brilliantly even in the light of the bloodshed. He growled a bit looking nearly psychotic in appearance, “Whoever, whatever is doing this... will rot.” He nearly growled out. He refused to bow down such inner turbulence in his own self control.

Roxas · Warning: Molesting Emo Ahead!

Roxas blinked. Once. Twice. What the hell was going on here?

"Axel?" He stepped closer to the shadow that looked like his best friend. Wow... I must have swallowed more water than I thought. Before Roxas could take another tentative step towards his friend, he watched as Axel did a spectacular sprawl backwards and landed back into the water. Roxas felt his eyes widen a fraction, before he burst out laughing.

It felt good to laugh, after all that craziness from before. His laughter faded as soon as it began. What did happen back there? It wasn't like Roxas to get angry about random things all of a sudden. Sure, the blond was known to have a temper, but that was really strange. It was all very confusing to the Nobody. Maybe he did have his heart back, after all. He couldn't think of another reason as to why his would-be emotions were so skewed.

A voice brought him back from his musings. Axel's voice, to be specific.

"Huh? Well I dunno." Roxas smirked. "You did land back into the drainage. Maybe the water's messing with your head?" Offering a hand to his fallen friend, he turned his head once to watch as a man with black hair walk past him. He seemed to be concentrating on something.

"The people here sure are strange." Roxas commented off-handedly. Which reminds me. He thought, turning back to Axel.

"Hey, Ax. Have you had any problems since you got here? Like, maybe getting angry without reason?"

Public Enemies · Crazy TurkMobile

I'm...not dead? Reno thought dumbly in mild shock as he tried to pay attention to Sephiroth. He didn't know which way to turn. It was like his insides were being churned a mixer. His heart was thudding constantly, a tempo you could almost dance too.

He never thought he'd see the day he'd agree with Sephiroth but it was true. The world was in chaos and it just wasn't natural. People were murdering and being murdered, there was blood running rivers in gulleys, splatters of red terror across the dark concrete at sporadic intervals. It was like the whole world woke up one morning and went insane...no no their minds...but their hearts?

"But what could influence emotion...and on this scale?" Reno wondered out loud half asking Sephiroth half musing to himself. He was glad the formidable General had turned away because just then without being able to stop it, Reno was overcome with an overwhelming sense of loneliness had sadness. Hot tears pricked at his stining eyes, welling up as he choked back muffled unwanted sobs. If he wasn't convinced something was up before he certainly wasn't before. Turks don't cry and certainly not because they found Sephiroth rather than their fellow companions. He was just so lonely without them.

"What if it plays on subconscious desires?" Reno blurted unsure where he was going. Anything to distract him from the muddled mess his already screwed up broken heart was in. Get a grip, yo.

It was incredibly frustrating knowing he wasn't feeling this naturally but being unable to stop it. Irritation overflowed as abruptly as the sorrow causing him to shoot someone in the head because they looked at him the wrong way before he'd even realised he'd pulled out the back up weapon. Instantly he felt a satisfied relief.

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Larxene · Melodious Savage

It was a dance really. One she delighted in taking part in no matter what the circumstances. The shadows advanced upon her quickly and attacked with a fury she hadn't seen them display on their own before. It was as if they were moved to violence and malice just like the humans of this world. A few quick slashes here and there and their hearts were 'liberated from the darkness' so to speak. Shame she had no use for them at the moment.

"Stupid things.." Larxene muttered the words to herself and took a moment to study her surroundings. More bloodshed. Did that smell ever leave the air? It was quite heavy by now, even more than she would have preferred. Keen eyes caught sight of two men standing some distance away and by the looks of the way one had just finished off a third who had dared to approached, they were armed and dangerous. Muscles automatically tensed beneath her skin, it was a tightness she wasn't use to. It made her want to jump into battle and enjoy the dance all over again. Perhaps this was another chance to. The fact that they were still standing was reason enough to investigate even if it didn't lead to anything worthwhile.

Her heels made soft sounds as she advanced from the shadows slowly, hiding her drawn knives beneath the sleeves of her coat. She did not feel they could be trusted enough to summon away the knives. Let them prove they meant no harm first. She paused a few feet away, regarding both from a distance. Silver haired man.. he seemed familiar but she couldn't place a name at the moment. Someone she likely knew of but never met. The other however... the red hair alone made her skin prickle with memories of the one who had all but ensured her death. That b*stard traitor! But no, no it wasn't him, not unless he'd survived the mess and changed his look radically which wasn't very likely.

"You both look lost." She advanced another foot or so but slowly and with as much ease as her tensed body would allow. Even with all the chaos about them, her voice was eeriely calm. ""Native to this Hellhole or visitors wondering what the f*ck is going on?"

Flare&Nero · Just Slightly Bi-Polar.

Flare mangaged to drag himself from the dead end and back into the public streets of Traverse Town. The anger had passed and Nero was silent... for now.

Flare bowed his head and pulled up his hood. He would rather not draw attention to himself if that was possible, he had already killed a man even if it was selfdefence it did not excuse murder, Flare knew he could have ended the conflict without death. However it was too late to fix that, his objective was to not harm anyone else. Flare woundered blindly it took him awhile to realise he wasn't in the main area of the town anymore, he could hear water...smell it. Oh how he hated the stuff! He kept walking until he came to sand. Above him rocks floated. Flare's green eyes observed the area and right away he knew that he did not like it. Further ahead he could see two people. One was about his hight and the other considerably shorter. He swollowed and began to walk towards them.

Nero hummed softly, trying to keep Flare calm and hoping that he did not become angry again they needed no more blood on their hands.
"Hey!" Flare called out to the other people. He drew closer and took in their apperances, kids, he thought to himself, "I am Flare." He said, "Who are you?" Flare was still a good six feet away, far enough he hoped to give him the upper hand if he needed to run.

'Careful Flare.' Nero warned, 'Don't let the anger over take you, but don't let them get the upper hand.'
'I am on it,' Flare assured his companion.

-- Edited by Flare&Nero on Friday 10th of July 2009 06:41:44 AM

Axel · Roxas, His Indecent Obsession.

Axel could do no more than gape incredulously as the blond before him laughed, asked him something, and then proceeded to launch into conversation as if he'd never left. After an uncomfortably long silence in which Axel stared blankly at the hand offered, he blinked once, then squinted at the boy.

Something like indignation began to swell in his chest, sharper and much harder to suppress than the echoes he was used to. Axel found himself grabbing Roxas' hand and yanking him down into the gutter with him, though his only intention was to bring those blue eyes level with his own.

He barely even heard himself, but the hiss of his voice was easily audible. "What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded, angry tone cracking at the last, revealing the broken confusion that inspired it.

(fdhsjka I'm sorry!! I didn't mean to hold up the group; I've been disgustingly busy and not online at all, but I finally got a moment to check my email today and realized you were waiting on me D:)

PlotAccount · Naughts and Hollows Everywhere!

(Alarc's Illusionary Life is low level, you are able to see they are not 'normal' but you do believe they have come back from the dead so to speak.)

Alarc watched from high above, he had stationed himself on the roof of what was once Cid's shop, it gave a good view of the first district to him. Was it coincidence so many were appearing just as he was beginning his fun? No it was not. Huffing softly he stretched a little, well this would not do. Not do at all. He knew Koszmar was finishing up in that other world, Radiant Garden. But this simultaneous attack thing was not working! The people who had fled Radiant Garden were coming here!

Alright time to get down to business, they were helping him, this lot of them. They had slaughtered already a few people which had made the Jester smile behind his mask bitterly. Well let's see how they all reacted to this.

Whispering under his breath his fingers danced before him as if puppet-ering strings to and fro. Laughter left him as bodies began to rise from where they lay. Their death wounds still visible, their heads to the side slanted, there motions jerking like on strings as they walked. A boy saw his mother's form rise from the ground and his crying stopped. He moved to his feet, "Momma?" he asked as her corpse walked toward him.
"Momma?" he asked again confused, a scream coming from him as she grabbed him, flinging with a strength the middle aged woman should not have had, the body into a nearby wall.

All the dead were rising from where they lay, the only ones that did not seem to raise were those killed by those who had just entered the world.

Just a little more, now, just a little more. He loved Chaos. His grin was still bitter behind the featureless white mask as he watched through the eye slits.

Kill them again..go on.
Kill them again.

(Reminder, three paragraphs, do I have to say that a paragraph is 5+ sentences?)

-- Edited by LionHeart on Thursday 16th of July 2009 05:26:11 AM

Sephiroth · If you can't destroy it, might as well enjoy it.

Sephiroth claimed himself down or at least tried to. He had heard Reno over the roar and flames filtering through his veins. “Its either a spell or something is wrong with this world.” He stated. That was his speculation anyway. He would agree with the Turk; this was certainly playing on the desires and urges he tried to keep at bay. It worked them to the surface and scattered his normal calm and poise.

“Whatever it is... I want it to stop.” He said nearly growling in agitation. His eyes glanced up as the blond female in a black cloak approached them. She did not belong here that was for sure.

“No, we are not native here. I would like to know what is going on as well.” An almost sad expression crossed his features. For some reason he was reminded of the betrayal and sadness that he lost his two friends to. How lonely and different he felt.

He noticed the calm the woman possessed despite the chaos and obvious wrong atmosphere here. He almost envied her since his own control was wavering at the muse of his emotions. It all flowed beneath his skin in all the wrong ways. Maybe if he would use his immense will to reroute it then he could prevent these upsurges? That is what his calm was to begin with right? It was a mere way of rerouting emotions back to their vaults and ignoring them. It was worth a shot.

Before he could give the exercise much practice however, the dead began to rise up from their places on the ground. He heard a laugh proceeding the action, but right now he could not pay attention to whatever crazed lunatic was happy over this. He felt like he was caught in a science fiction film and he was one of the idiotic teenagers stuck in the crazed town of zombies. What else could go wrong with this world?

He stared at the dead rose with odd jerky movements. There was something off about all of this. These 'zombies' proved there was something very wrong with this world. “Something is very wrong with this world indeed.”

He could feel the sensation rise up from deep inside his being once more. The sadness and loneliness ebbing away to give way to another bout of anger and rage. That was not going to do against an opponent that could continuously resurrect itself over and over again. With a snarl he let lose a fire spell from his right hand towards the group of undead, only to watch them continuing their advance.

He walked a bit away from Reno and the blond female. He would let them deal with this for a moment. Control, he needed it right now. His emotions were doing him no good to deal with this situation. He recalled every thing he was ever taught about this in Soldier. He latched his mind around the concept of a still pond. The water did not ripple but merely stood in time.

Slowly he could feel it all receding to a dull roar in the back of his mind. Granted it was not all gone he could manage himself now. He was less inclined to flat out attack for the rage inside of him. Now to work with his moment of peace in his mind on what the hell was going on. The laugh... that was a key... Where had it come from? Above wasn't it?

Lifting his wing behind himself, he took to the air. For a moment he expected to find nothing, but was surprised when his green eyes met the masked face of a being that looked more like a specter than anything. The man was moving his sleeved arms about in precise motions. What exactly was he up to? He was not about to attack him without knowing more about whatever this thing's power was. Maybe it was a heartless of some kind, but he could not be sure.

Roxas · Warning: Molesting Emo Ahead!

Roxas staggered forward as his friend pulled him down to his height, almost tripping as he stumbled back into the drainage once again. Oh, how he hated being wet.
"A-Axel? What the hell's wrong with you?!"
Yanking himself from Axel's vice grip, he quickly scrambled for dry land, not wanting the deep chill in the water to once again take hold of his almost dry clothes. He frowned at the red head, wondering if there was something about this World that drove everyone to the point of insanity. From his very fuzzy memory, he couldn't ever recall coming to this place in Sora's travels. For all the Nobody knew, Sora may never have been here at all.

Turning his attention to the matter at hand, he glared angrily, his earlier irritation rising once more.
"I have no bloody idea why I'm here, Axel! So mind your own business!" Huffing, he whirled around at being addressed. Cerulean eyes landed on a man, the same man that Roxas had spotted not too long back, wandering along the alley. Suddenly, he felt weighted. Confused, Roxas looked down. The Keyblade twinkled up at him.

"Wha...?" Roxas pondered the appearance of the Keyblade, and after while, figured that he must have accidentally summoned it in his anger. Suddenly feeling very sheepish at his sudden outburst, he let his sword-arm fall limp at his side, the Keyblade a comforting aura in his present state of madness.
"Forgive me, that wasn't really like me." He smiled sheepishly, head lolled slightly to the side.
"I'm Roxas, the moron back there," He gestured roughly to his best friend still sitting in the drain. "Is Axel. Do you have any idea what's going on here?"

Suddenly laughter pierced the silence. It made Roxas's hair stand on end. A sudden chill swept through the Nobody and he shivered. Looking around, he saw that they were alone. Where had the laugh come from? Roxas spun around madly, trying to find a way to climb up onto the rooftops, finally finding a pile of boxes to scramble up. Doing so, he wrestled his way to the top, dismissing the Keyblade in the process. At last, he made it to the roof, and could see all of the main part of the Second District.

There were people around, but they're movements were sort of wrong, all jerky and not at all fluid. Not natural. Yeah, he was right when he said that all the people around here were a little strange, but this... this was bizarre.
"They walk a little like zombies." He muttered as he watched the nearest ones move in no particular direction. Mesmerized, he sat there and watched, curious and wondering what the hell was wrong with this World.

Larxene · Melodious Savage

"The f*ck..."

Larxene hated to be ignored and brushed off but she supposed the silver haired man had a good reason. After all, the dead had just risen up and begun some bizarre mindless shuffle. Her muscles grew taunt beneath her skin; itching - no - craving to be thrown into the heat of battle. Maybe it was a good thing she had no heart to be easily pulled and swayed to dance on strings the way the bodies of the fallen had begun to. That didn't keep her from being mildly irritated. Especially when a d*mn fire spell didn't seem to do a world of good against the foes.

This is just like Enchanted Dominion. It didn't matter how many times the heartless were struck down. They just kept coming. They just kept advancing. They kept coming closer and closer, taking down more and more.. the guards.. the townsfolk.. on and on.. she could see it clear as day, the death, the fighting, on and on until..

Until she...

"ENOUGH!" Larxene growled, banishing the memories from her mind. A crash of thunder filled the air as a lightning bolt struck the ground in front of her, a clear indication recalling even a tiny bit of that night had made her more tense than before. So much for staying calm.

Her sharp gaze then went immediatly to the redhead who had remained behind. "Look, you gonna just stand there or are you going to do something?" She snapped at him. "Your friend apparently left you here to fend for yourself. We either get the heck away from the Night of the Living Dead rejects or we cut them up until there's nothing left to come back to life. Which is it and be quick."

Flare&Nero · Just Slightly Bi-Polar.

Flare chuckled, 'Kids,' He thought.
Nero laughed back, 'They can be funny... I love his weapon...It is intriguing.'
A laugh filled the elementals head and Flare growled, 'I've had enough. Take my name Nero. We are swapping I am going to find out what is going on.'
Flare sunk back into their shared mind, after a moment of darkness he found himself in a meadow under the light of the full moon, thousands of stars shone down upon the black haired man, turned around, the trees that dotted the meadow blew in a soft breeze, "Where are you hiding?" He growled.

Nero gasped as he gained control of his body, the emotions hit him hard, anger, malice. The young man closed his eyes and recoiled from the emotions, after a moment they faded away, he opened his eyes as his hair returned to its natural crimson colour instead of Flare's midnight black. Cautiously Nero took a step foward, "I was wondering if you knew anything about this place?" Nero's voice was strained, he felt weak and somewhat helpless without Flare near by. He could sense that Flare was in the deepest part of their mind seeking the answer to the emotions neither of them could control.

Nero felt rage boiling in his blood, Flare was always the one fighting, always having to look after him. He was twent-six and he still had a baby sitter! Nero's fists tighetened making the leather gloves he wore squeak in protest. Nero felt like punching someone and the blond boy now only two feet away seemed like a pretty good target. He tighetened his fist. It was like a restraining hand. Flare had obviously not completely left Nero's concious mind, Nero was unabled to move his right arm to punch the boy.
'Peace, Nero Falcar,' Flare said softly, 'I can't help you if you go around getting into fights while I am away. Try to keep a hold over your emotions.'

((Sorry I have taken so long and sorry it is so short -bows head- I have been really sick and really busy and those two made me very weak and...yeah... enough excuses))

-- Edited by Flare&Nero on Wednesday 22nd of July 2009 01:36:31 AM

Public Enemies · Crazy TurkMobile

A tear trickled from a green eye before blunt anger took his swiftly before disolving into a fit of giggles. This place was ridiculous! The entire world had melted into pure chaos and no one seemed to be particularly bothered. Everyone was too entangled in their own messy emotions to take a step back and analyse what was going on. Reno was trying desperately to do just that, for if he thought, and thought hard, perhaps he could dull the swirling emotions to a lazy eddy rather than a ferocious tsunami or rogue wave. It did feel a bit like a broken wave machine in the sense that the emotions peaked very strongly and there was no telling when they would tumble into another.

Reno figured if he thought hard enough it wouldn't be so bad. Unfortunately he wasn't entirely sure it was working. Overcome with frustration at the irritating blonde and tried to remember that she may be just as affected as he was, before deciding, after that, he didn't particularly care anyway.

"Shut it! And him? No way is he my friend. Plus I'd think he'd take offence at being called my friend," Reno snapped back. Sephiroth a buddy? It made Reno shiver.

A reasonable reaction. Interesting.

Indeed bodies that were previously dead were rising from the ground and moving on their own. It just wasn't possible was it? Reno took a moment to think about it. Cloud Strife had died and was returned, although he had a feeling the Ancient chick had a very big role to play in that, and so had Sephiroth. He seemed albeit a bit more rational than before, but still the same psychotic maniac he had been before he died. Sephiroth just seemed to have developed a little more self control. Yet these dudes, they weren't moving intelligently: they were moving clumsily, as one, with one motive, without thought. And they were super strong. Sephiroth and Cloud returned the way they were before, so what was wrong with these punks?

Not alive...reanimated corpses? Artificially ressurected for the sole purpose of terrifying the life out of you.

"I'm not entirely sure that would work, yo," Reno commented as he tried to stay back from the advancing bodies. "I think the ol' General's got the right idea too," He said after taking a glance at the silver haired man. "They ain't real, yo,"

It's just not right.

Then Reno giggled histerically. Walking corpses, zombies, the undead, the risen dead, swelling oncontrollable emotions - this would make for one good horror movie. Perhaps he should sell the idea?

Of course, these dudes, they probably couldn't feel pain right? Perfect! There's no way this weirdo magic rubbish would be able to make him feel obscurely guilty. Reno smirked. "Show time,"

-- Edited by Public Enemies on Wednesday 22nd of July 2009 02:13:38 PM

Axel · Roxas, His Indecent Obsession.

(Haa, I live. Barely. I guess you didn't skip me after all, hm?)

Axel blinked as Roxas turned his back on him to address the newcomer. "What.." he began, but could not put a single phrase to the breadth of his incredulity. Mind his own business? After Axel had died - well, was supposed to have died, but really, isn't it the intention that counts? - so that Roxas could continue to have any business at all? Had he just stepped into some crazy parallel universe where he wasn't Roxas's not-quite-so-long-lost best friend? Was he f*cking dreaming?

The laughter sent a jolt of fear crackling up his spine like he hadn't felt since the last time he'd set one of Larxene's hair-tennae on fire. Determined he was hallucinating now, Axel set fingers to forearm and pinched, hard, only to half-successfully suppress a girlish yelp when he discovered that yes, he was awake, and rather painfully so. Shaking his arm as if it might alleviate the sting, he looked up again, expecting to have to defend the noise he had emitted, only to find himself alone with the stranger Roxas had introduced them to. The other man appeared to be doing a bit of concentrated soul-searching, so Axel decided to leave him to it, finally climbing out of the gutter in order to scan the area for missing Roxases.

Ah, there he was. Scaling a building. Of course. With a snort, the Nobody summoned a portal that opened onto the roof directly behind Roxas. "It appears you've lost a few of the old tricks," he drawled as he stepped up behind him, peering over the boy's shoulder. The back of his neck prickled as he followed the jerking movements of the figures below, his own posture tensing warily in response.

Axel heard Roxas' distracted comment, saw the spellbound look in his eyes, and grimaced, reaching out to wave a hand in front of the blond's face. "That's because they are zombies, genius. Come on, it was horror movies every Monday night at Castle Oblivion, right after the budget meetings - you can't have missed Xigbar's undead phase." He rolled his eyes, summoning his chakrams with an economic flick of his wrists and nudging Roxas with his knee. "Ever seen a zombie on fire?"