Mage thought a moment, having a crazy idea, but it could work. "Gravira!" she casted, pulling Argorok towards the ground with her new-found heaviness. She jumped when she believed it would be an appropriate height. Ashir panicked, running to catch Mage quickly, he had no problem with the gusts of wind after all. He was already heavy enough. Hestia watched Argorok, noticing Repliku. "Repli...?" she muttered, surprised. "I thought he didn't exist anymore..."
Ohhhhh Oh goooood @_@; My braaaain Submachine~ Murtaugh~ Elizabeth~ PUZZLES~ And I still have so much more to go @_@ I love point and click...
Ashir followed quickly after Nympha, his boots making a slight crunching noise. Parma formed into his familiar cutless, ready to fight. Hestia hid in Nympha's pocket, worried for what she might see. Mage ran towards the nearest spire, dismissing Nightmare so that she could climb. It was quite hard, but an idea flickered on. "Aerial Spring!" she yelled, letting go and the spring pulling her, though because she was lighter then before, she shot closer to Argorok, and quickly grabbed upon his clawed tail. She held on tightly, scared at being so vulnerably high up. "Repliku!" she yelled, a slight whimper escaping her. "Help!"
Mage readied herself. She knew Vexen, seeing as he made her. She watched Argorok, noticing armor, a clawed tail... Key points for a good tactic. " So what do we do, Repliku?" she slightly whimpered. She was exposed, an easy target without her seven layers of clothes. Paper white in a dark area, she was the pink elephant of the arena. Hestia and Ashir glanced nervously at the portal, the latter reluctant to go through. But he did. Parma shivered, the energies were so weird, all shifting against and together with each other.
"Clone? You wouldn't happen to know someone named Vexen, right?" Mage felt uneasy with Repliku so close. She watched the large flapping dragon, raising Nightmare in another defensive stance. Magic surged in her arm, ready to fire when needed. I wonder why he only intercepted me... she questioned. Hestia nodded, hopping into Nympha's apron pocket. She wanted to watch this special Fake, hopefully her contribution would show... Or maybe it has, through the politeness, and affection.
Mage froze, she hadn't expected this! She didn't even know where she was! Raising Nightmare to look a bit threatening, which was hard as her knees were shaking, Mage took a defensive stance. "Who are you anyway?!" she yelled, her voice at a slight quiver. She now wished for help, maybe even have Saix come. Ashir stepped forward, Parma perched on his head this time. "Xemnas, I'm coming too. You can't find her alone, I know her energy's scent anyway." "Besides, you know very well that strength comes in numbers." Parma reminded him, willing to guide her wielder. Hestia frowned. "If Ashir is going, I have to as well. Can't let him out of my sight again after everything, especially with Xenree around. She could tamper Castle's energy through him. But I can't really fight. Can we take Nympha? It'd be a good test run for her."
Eden shrugged, going back to the cramped cab. She sighed, not wishing to fight again.
"An area of fighting?" Eden murmured, hearing a girl behind her. She ignored her, wishing she would keep quite if she were to be unnoticed. "That doesn't sound well."
Eden listened, for some reason the name Mars kept going through her head. But she shook it aside, right now she was to go to this... Arena, whatever it was.
Mage growled like an animal, a practice she learned from watching Saix. Repliku killed the Xenree she had known as a parental figure. "Akira is too good for you to call her daughter." her arm started hurting as she tightened her grip on Nightmare. "Get out of my Light corridors." Hestia hopped down and climbed into Saix's hood. It was a bbit hard with no fingers. "Well we better find her. Her arm is still injured, she could lose her hand!"
Mage ducked, an instinct, her dominant hand starting to ache a bit from her injury. She glared into the distance, wondering where this attack came from. Hestia cursed under her "breath", but softened as she realized something else. "She grew a good heart, I'll give her that. Same thing I would have done." OocEDIT: Kast please change your format to look similar to the others here. I'm sorry but I can't stand someone using that sort of form for RPing.
"Well these are the corridors of Light. I would hope they couldn't touch here." Mage kept moving, poking around the corridor to find the right exit to spy on the Castle and find Adrien. Hestia chuckled at the confusion of Zexion, but then heard Xemnas. She patted Nympha's cheek, proud of her work. She looked around the room, noticing a missing head. "Where's Mage?"
Hestia chuckled, watching everyone. "Nympha means 'Flower' in Latin I believe." Ashir blushed a deep red at the light peck on the cheek, freezing up. Mage created a corridor of light, going in to find Xenree's castle and hopefully get her dear friend. She summoned Nightmare in case of any trouble.
Hestia chuckled nervously, patting Nympha's cheek. "No need to call me that." She watched Vexen and Zexion argue, sighing with annoyance. Mage noticed Xemnas seemed much sadder, but walked out of room to go and secretly find Adrien's body.
Mage looked up to Xemnas, shaking her head. "N-No..." she quickly lied, knowing that if Xemnas came with her, Saix would too. She didn't want him hurt. Hestia hopped closer to Nympha, looking into her eyes with her body's felt glasses. "I never thought that a creation this lovely would come out of a lab." she awed, glad she interfered.
Mage nodded, but thought the mission was a bit risky. How would we get the other pieces? She thought, worried. Hestia jumped gleefully. "Oh wow! She's lovely!" she tapped the glass with her soft doll hand, giggling. "Nympha!" she cooed, staring at the blue eyes. "She's a special one, aye that she is!"
Aye, I protect others before myself. If I ever needed to protect myself, my trusty pencil and I are a mean duo!
Well I'd dig you back out. I wish to help you, as I would protect my own. But now that I think about it... Oh my Mage thought about her creator,...
ooc: There is no such thing as a manly slap fight xD BIC: Hestia chuckled, jumping up to look at the screens. She looked to find anything of her doing, but so far nothing came up. "Maybe when it wakes up..." she mumbled, looking back to the tube. She was eager to see how this special one would turn out. Parma sternly stared at Raoxthu, perching on his shoulder to check for her mark. To find none visible, she pecked on his spine lightly. It left a black dot. "There are children here. Best not to talk about such behavior." Mage looked at Xemnas's amber eyes, sighing deeply. Should I tell him about Adrien? I don't exactly trust Xemnas all too much... She turned to Nightmare in thought for an answer, as she was almost her mentor.
Stop is a spell rarely used because of the limited field. I've almost never used it before in the game. Besides, you're my friend, and I like to...
