"I know that, but still. I'm not to sure about a few things still... Like, how something that had no heart suddenly grew one." Mage sighed, though she was talking to Nightmare, to Saix it would seem like she was a bit crazy.
Eden was slapped away to the ground, rubbing the dust from her eyes. "Val! Help please! Ragdoll me is not good against zombies!"
Mage thought about it, unsure what emotion to convey. "Well, I don't know much about Keyblades... And I was born with you guys, who knew a lot about other worlds... I never thought about things like that. World are Worlds, and People live in them." she seemed a bit blank about that.
"Nightmare sang it to me... Whenever I was unconcious... She said it was the Hymn of the Keyblades." Mage thought more about it, curious of what this Keyblade was like.
Eden, finally now managing how ragdoll her body was, attacked a few more zombies. Any who attacked her she didn't register, the body was dead and could not feel a thing.
Mage seemed to snap out of a trance, looking at who disturbed her. "Oh... Um, I don't remember." She looked to Nightmare, wondering if she knew. Where DID I hear that?
Mage sighed, Vexen seemed fine with the ice. She didn't seem to have any use to anyone. She quietly sat in a corner, humming the tune Nightmare had once sung. She took out a little cloth, shining her companion weapon.
Mage decided she would help Vexen with the ice sculpture, unsure what else she could do. Besides, it should be quicker with magic.
Mage followed the Organization, wishing happiness to Renee. A tiny fraction of Ashir's shadow broke off and attached to Demyx's shadow, a much simpler version of body hopping. She would just sleep in the shadows. Ashir's unconscious body collapsed back onto the bed, sleeping.
"I'll just hop into one of you. I'd rather Ashir stay here." Hestia said once again. Mage heard Raoxthu, nodding. Might as well. Within the Keyblade Graveyard, a single lone bird of white was flying, quickly falling to the dirt, forming into the charm she once was. Now all someone had to do was find her.
Hmm? What picture?
Ashir sat up, though in a daze. It didn't seem he was conscious yet. "Sorry, but may I accompany you? I don't think you'd find her if you look for a bird." It was Hestia. Mage nodded to Vexen, much more willing to possibly live with them now. "I just don't want another synthetic living being around, okay Vex?"
Mage nodded to Saix, thinking about a few things. "I just want Vexen to promise never to make another person like me ever again. And if we're going to stay here, then... Well, Ashir keeps talking about his bird, Parma. Any way we can find her?"
Mage looked at Demyx, unsure if she should stay with the organization. She did hope to see Xenree once more... but she was born from Vexen's experiments... "I don't know..."
Mage watched everyone starting to leave, looking to Ashir. "Can I have some help?" she tried dragging him or picking him up, but he was quite heavy. What he said had been true, he weighed that of a fully grown man.
Ooc: don't ask, I have no clue myself ^^;. And sorry, Doc, but this rp s starting to come to it's final pages. Bic: Mage finally returned with her breath, getting up. She stayed a great distance away from Xehanort, but did try waking Ashir up. "Ashir... Wake up." he didn't stir, though he was breathing slowly. His heart beat was quite slow as well, though not a bad thing. She sighed, realizing that he wanted more sleep, so she went over to help Akii of whatever she needed... Only to find her trying to wake up an odd looking boy. "Hello?" she gently poked him with Nightmare, unsure of what else to do.
Ooc: that sounds pretty reasonable actually. But assuming another thing, Glen has less time in this dark form, even with a bit of darkness, due to the fact thatGlen is a lot less experienced then his nobody. And maybe the risk is higher, seeing as how normal humans never really had contact with such raw darkness for their existence.
Mage tried getting back up, getting breath back into her. Ashir was knocked out for a bit, that blast had made him hit the back of his head.
Mage fired back a Dias, creating a standstill. The opposites exploded, sending her flung back, wind knocked outta her.
Eden fell over, unsure how to move very well. "Damn it I'm as bad as that mannequin!" She noticed the other zombies, who barely were distracted. She soon learned how the body worked.... well, to throw herself against the other zombies at least. She had to have SOME use.
