I have no idea, I can't remembe him but he's a friend of my friend Xone. "Let her go!" Mage growled, pointing Nightmare at Vexen. "Let the girl go." She seemed to pulse a bit of darkness, free hand sparking magic.
Mage seemed to space out, but nodded. "Alright. Akii!" she yelled out, waking with good intention, the offspring of Xenree. "By the way, Vexen... Make anymore of those fakes again, I really will chop your head off." Her eyes seemed to Change, that same hate from her Beginning days. She was starting to tap into that rawness of her experimental self.
Mage thought more about the purple, she couldn't remember much. "It was bright... And there were these large stones in this solid water... Not ice... I know I heard the Sora boy there before, and other little voices.
"There's something more. What about the purple?" Mage recalled being born in an area of purple light. "I remember being born in some purple light." She knew there was something else. "Why did I succeed when the others failed?"
"How about my components?" Mage questioned further, feeling her luck starting to run dry. "Everything is made up of something, what am I made from?"
Ooc: not darkness, just blood stripped of their color and used to cacoon Alsphonse
Mage seemed to not buy this. "So why'd you kill his mother?" she harshly remarked. She pointed Nightmare at Vexen, confused. "Wait, you said my design was based on a dusk and a girl. What girl, and what components am I made of? And what about the failed attempts?"
My heart...? But I don't have a heart of my own... Mage shifted with discomfort, how would a Keyblade choose a being with no true heart? "There's Ashir's heart too. He didn't leave, the Keyblade could have chose him instead of me."
Mage shook her head. "I will not let you touch her." She held Nightmare close, not willing to allow this freaky creeper to touch the memory of Adrien. "I will tell you that she accepted me, and will chop off your head if you touch her." She thought a moment, what allowed Keyblades to have weilders? Why did you choose me again? She questioned.
Mage smirked. "Nothing to fear, Nightmare, nothing to fear. I'm just paying a visit to "Daddy"." She stepped in, eyes full of malice. "Now you're going to tell me what I am and how I was made. And what this thumping in my chest is." She pointed Nightmare at Vexen, almost growling with the same ferocity she had not shown since her Beginning.
Ooc: Mage used the remains of the fake to track down Vexen, the Chilly Academic. They are at his door.
"Nightmare, I..." Mage bit her lip, she would say soon enough. She pulled Akii gently into the portal, herself following. She found herself in front of a door, she could barely detect sounds. She could hear a man, old... She knocked on the door, hard. She would attack, noticing an air of familiarity. She was at the right location.
Mage watched the scorched remains of the odd creature, something about it smelled familiar... "Vexen." The name seemed to be sticking out in her memory, though she was sure she never met him. "Let's see if I can find where it's from." She looked down the corrido, her hand outstretching to form a portal. "Akii, Nightmare, let's go. My birthplace."
Mage almost seemed like laughing. "Well it's your name. And fitting. I anyone out there tries to harm my friends, we'll give them one heck of a Nightmare!" she chuckled, leveling the Keyblade on her shoulder, not knowing how to dismiss it, nor wanting to. A name was a name, and she had the one she made up.
Mage pondered this, but almost nodded. One thing cut her short, however. "If the next threat hurts my friends, then I hurt them. Be it an old friend turned bad, then I'm going to give them an equal chance." She moved along the corridor with Akii under her arm in a comforting hug grip. "I never asked you, sorry for being rude but... What's your name? I heard another Keyblade weilder calling out the name of their Keyblade." Ooc: I am done for tonight, scary horror game watching(ironically horror is too much for me ;-; *wimp*), and rping*didn't do homework fail* so night!
Mage nodded, casting a Dias against whatever this faker was trying to be. Her eyes glinted with the light, her new weapon channeling it a lot better with more precision. "No more fakes!" she growled with now a reasonable malice.
Mage winced, hearing such a tortured voice was almost murder. She stepped forward, looking at Axel and the Keyblade. "Axel... I'm going to free you." Yes this might be a bad idea, but he's a good friend of mine... And I don't want him to suffer anymore...
"Axel, why would you hurt my friend? What's going on?! I would only Hirt you if you were hurting Akii..." Mage readied her new blade, feet shifting uncertainly. "What happened?" she repeated, a slight bit of malice laced her voice that wasn't meant to be there.
Mage stopped attacking, moving back a distance next to Akii. "Axel...?" she paused, she seemed to have remembered that he left and... And then... What? "What happened to you Axel? If you attack again I'll be forced to hurt you, or at least keep you away from my friend here..."
Mage was almost lucky to have the Keyblade, for she could see her magic had no effect. She grabbed her weapon, running to strike against the creature. She had not noticed how she wasn't affected by the light.
