Hestia looked back at her creation, waving it goodbye as she finally exited the Fake in secret, and slipped back into her doll body. She came out of the dark, looking back up to the base creation. "Better." she whispered, watching the screens of data flicker with each new source of information. Mage's eyes brightened, then her expression turned grim and pale. "Xenree..." she growled, angry that she had torn Adrien apart and kept him prisoner.
Good friends are always there to help you! ;u; I tried man, I tried!
ooc: Please note that all Stop spells, whatever version, is always temporary. The higher the level, the longer the time. Stop- lasts a few seconds Stopra- about a minute Stopaga- 5 minutes about, enough for a full conversation.
Ooc: well I can't even FIND the rules anymore to justify it! Besides, Stop is a Kh1 spell! How are you to use the name "KH Class rp" if you even leave out the true Squeenix spells? Besides, using stop during combat is a legit tactic! I've used it plenty times before
ooc: Who wasn't following the rules? o_O
Eden sighed, not truly knowing about college. "I don't remember my school days." she looked to the window, her nose twitching from the air.
Hestia watched at the bits of data poured through the mind of the Fake, going around it's mind. She sighed, going to make this first one special. Taking a piece of her form, her heart, she allowed it to absorb all the new data that was pouring in. She nursed it a bit, allowing this small fragment to grow as she started to go away. Mage nodded, though a small whimper in her throat came at the name Adrien. She missed him dearly.
Mage growled in annoyance at Alice, thinking that she was starting to be rude about the whole Kingdom Hearts ordeal. She still listened on, wondering about what to do. Hestia watched the experiment, sneaking into the shadows to get out of the doll's body. She slowly slithered into the mind of the Fake, but being careful as to not tamper with anything.
"She has her own Fakes too." Hestia reminded. "Best not to get confused." Mage looked to Alice, remembering that she was scared of her and Akira. "It's alright, Alice is just a bit worried is all..." she yawned, stomach growling once more. Ashir frowned at these W-Types, sounding much like the Titans of greek mythology. He thought about it more, worried.
"Well, um... It doesn't help that earlier they were attacking us... And I sort of have a vow with protecting creations... As an artist, y'know..." Hestia nervously laughed, it was so odd that she kept her morals... Or it felt that way at least. Mage broke out of her short lived nap with a large twitch of her body, waking up with confusion. She turned to find Akii hugging her, patting her gently. "Hello Akira." she cooed. Ashir listened in interest about these "W-types", and as did Parma. His faced filled with grim curiosity, hers just blank.
Hestia sighed, putting her little doll hand on the tube, after she jumped down to the floor. "Ah, can we call it something else please? Fake sounds... demeaning. Lobos, or Lupus? Why can't we give them a proper title?" she huffed, wishing to protect the creation. Mage lightly snored more, her murmurs about Saix slightly audible. She felt at ease, though her stomach was grumbling and her back was a bit aching at the uncomfortable position. Parma listened in to Mage's thoughts, slightly chuckling to herself. "Oh Ashir, should I just say it? It's just too obvious." Her voice was evident in Saix's head too, though she was speaking mainly to Ashir. The halfling creation chuckled, thinking about whether to say yes or no. But it was pretty funny, the fact that Mage didn't want to admit anything.
"I believe we should make a few variations. Like some are messengers by different means, land, sea, and air... And maybe others to follow other orders or missions... And maybe guards?" Hestia suggested, watching the tubed Fake, thinking it should have a better name then one so hurtful. "Lobos? Lupus?" she muttered, watching it on the counter in her tiny doll body.
Mage didn't budge, a light snore escaping her lips. She did feel better though, a slight purr escaping her as well. Hestia watched how Zexion and Vexen altered the Fake, observing it just as carefully. She drew still, hoping to find a good shape for a servant such as this.
Mage giggled, finding it funny how his stomach growled of hunger. Her eyes drooped as she sat down, getting tired to compensate for the lack of hearts. Her vision blurred as her eyes closed, soon she dozed off into sleep. Her stomach gave a slight empty hollow whine as well. Ashir entered the kitchen, taking an apple and slowly munching on it. It was quite earthy and crisp, the sweet juices making his face a bit sticky. He grabbed a towel to rub away the juices. Parma perched a window to watch the world this large Castle called home, curious. Hestia was still hiding in Vexen's hood, though had stolen a tiny sketchbook and pencil to draw designs for new beings to replace the Fakes. She hummed a bit, happy to be back in her natural position.
Mage sighed, holding onto Saix to keep them both level. She was actually a bit hungry, but unsure as to what she could feed on. She only wondered if Xemnas or Vexen would have anything to help her. Astir wasn't as hungry, his energy alone could keep him moving for about a month. Parma nudged his cheek, shaking him out of his blank stare. "Huh? Oh, yeah." he huffed, watching as Mage made a portal of Light got them to go through. It was safer then the dark corridors, due to the number of Fakes lurking about.
Mage thought a bit more, noticing the pained looks of Ashir and Xemnas. She looked at her hands, thinking to herself. "Did an artist make me?" she mumbled, knowing she was created, but the idea seemed to be more real with an artist then a scientist. "Be careful." Parma urged, her small voice slightly strong throughout the minds of everyone in range. "Don't think about it too much... The thought has the potential to make one insane."
Eden nodded, a bit gravely, slightly bowing her head in apology. She followed Nox and Wesely around, knowing they were easily seen as Alpha, though there were traces of that high rank among Sora and Riku.
Ashir wanted to growl at Xemnas' stubbornness. "Xemnas we need to go rest. There's not much we can do for now." he petted Parma, both seeming a bit sad. "Besides, Vexen and my mother might not be the best alone together. He's a mad scientist, she's an imaginative artist. See what that could do?" He frowned at the name of "Artist", it just reminded him of what he was. Mage didn't really understand what an "artist" was, and questioned it. "Saix, w-what's an artist?" A strange click was deep in her subconscious at that name, like she had known it even before there was such thing as her existence.
Eden watched Nora, slightly twitchy. She wasn't too sure what to do, so she just stood on the sidelines.
Eden sighed, at least white was a pure color... Right? She thought about it more, were some of her memories coming back? She thought about this more, tying to recall anything.
