0x9 You are reading words that I wrote as character filler, hoorah.
0x5 Yeah hex is pretty boring when you're still in single digits...
0x3 Also known in decimal as "3"
Mixt walked onto the ship without hesitation. He wanted to be happy about the rescue, but at the rate his life seemed to be fluctuating he couldn't take much more of this. He almost died at the last downswing and he did not intend on letting that happen again. He needed more power, and lots of it. The only thing he felt he could really be happy about was that he could now focus on training again rather than staying alive in the middle of nowhere.
0x17 I'll do HEX this time
Mixt's train of though was interrupted by the sudden appearance of something above him. Before he could figure out what it was Phisoxa landed on top of him knocking him back down to his original position. "Where did you just come from?" Mixt ask as he pushed her off so he could get up. Brushing himself off he sighed, Now being able to think about what Nny said. He hadn't really wanted to be leader, though it was probably better than going alone or trusting any of the rest of them to do it.
"Well, I don't plan on dying out here" Mixt said he got to his feet. "Let's get moving, we need to get to a town." Mixt said as he looked up at stars, determining which direction was North. Though he figured not much progress would actually be made tonight, as they would need to find food and a shelter, he at least wanted to have a plan.
Mixt rolled over from being kicked and opened his eyes and glanced around a bit as he sat up. "I'm glad I'm alive, but where are we? This hardly seems the best place to bring everyone." Mixt said, not realizing he had hardly moved. "God my head hurts. And everything else for that matter. How long was I out?"
I've been confused on that point in the past to. Before that in KH anyone could do it if they new how. The issue was with the fact that the darkness eats at your heart. The Organization, being Nobodies, just went "So we get to do it free right? Cool I'll take it" My two minor theories are 1) There might be some elasticity to it. So having just been purified by the machine there was a period before he could snap back and use dark powers. Or 2) That he had spent so long in the SoD form, using Ansem's darkness, that he wasn't used to using his own. And both would be weak to boot. The conflict with SoD again in 3D has a lot to do with being in the realm of sleep, and I don't think that is one that will ever fully go away.
*salute* Err- I mean... Crap! I'll just uh leave n0w. Yeah... *slinks away into the shadows*
I even fought in the staff section. But N0000. I see how it is.
Mixt started to panic. He had not moved nearly fast enough to gather information about the attack from the source and now the battle seemed to be drawing to a close. Unfortunately that meant a large portion of the hoard was dedicated to killing him. And furthermore the creatures continued adapting until finally Mixt seemed unable to land a hit anywhere. For the time being he found that being aggressive kept them dodging and blocking, but he knew that wouldn't work much longer. He needed a way out, Mixt took a few deep, but forceful breaths before sweeping the blades around him in a spinning maneuver. As he did so a vortex started to swirl around him, making a wall of wind to keep the creatures at bay. Mixt only had enough discipline in magic to keep it up for a few seconds, even in his adrenaline addled state, but that was all he needed. Mixt slashed at the ground with his swords, using the ring of wind around him as the outside of a transmutation circle. With a slam of his foot the circle activated and sent the ground beneath him upwards to form a pillar. Exhausted from the intense fighting and perhaps the most powerful spell he's ever casted, Mixt collapsed. He prayed that his creation would hold long enough while he watched his swords tumble down to the ground and his vision blurred to black.
Mixt jumped up towards the monster Nny tossed his way, striking it on the way up. But the point was not to deal damage in the first swing, but rather to leave it hanging in the air while Mixt continued above it and spiked it back downwards, into the see of other monsters. Mixt rushed on ahead, slashing at the monsters like one would cut away brush in the forest, but he quickly realized something was wrong. The longer he fought the more these monsters seemed to be able to dodge or deflect his hits, and the faster they would regenerate. "This can't be right. Am I tiring out already or are these actually getting stronger?"
Despite Mixt's vantage point from the roof he couldn't tell what had caused the explosion. When he turned and looked dust and debris had filled the air. But what he saw after that surprised even him. There were reports of curses and such that could transform people or reanimate the dead, but they were exceedingly difficult to do on even one person. How could both be happening at such a scale in the heat of combat? Regardless something was going on here behind the scenes. There was little point in attacking the Academy in and of itself. Is this a distraction? Is there more to this place than he knew? Could this be related to last night? "Only one way to find out" Mixt finished his thought out loud as he jumped over the railing, sliding along the wall to slow his fall. Once he was on the ground drew out a transmutation circle in the dirt and crafted two swords, but, unlike yesterday's, these weren't blunted. Twin-blades at the ready Mixt charged in at the site of the explosion.
"And that, I think we can agree on" Mixt said as he picked up Phisoxa's book and handed it back to her. "Mythology huh? Well have fun chasing your fairy tales" Mixt said as he turn around and gave a coy wave as he walked away. 'And to think. I first fought him because I thought he was like me. How wrong I was' Mixt thought to himself as he made his way to the rooftop.
"So what are you going to do about it?" Mixt asked Allen pointedly "Are you going to attack me because I'm in the way of your ideals? Face it, this is strength. I embrace it while you hold yourself back; and the moment you don't you're no better than I am. So go on, hit me if you've got it in you" Turning to Phisoxa he said. "I just feel free. For so long I've catered to everyone else to try and get a foothold in this world, and now I realize how good it feels to dig out a foothold for yourself." Then Mixt acted surprised like he forgot something. "Oh yeah, and I finally got adopted. You could call me prince now but I would hate to be so formal" Mixt said as he pulled out the Eclipscion emblem Torxber gave him.
Mixt stopped walking when she grabbed him, and turned around. "I can. And I did. That is just the way this works." Then turning to face to face Allen Mixt looked him square in the eyes for a couple seconds before shaking his head. You wouldn't understand, you don't have it in you. But if you must know, it was because he was in my way. He made himself an obstacle and I cut my path. It is one's own job to keep themselves alive. You eat, you sleep, you train; it isn't my fault if he couldn't manage."
"Lets just say I got some great legal help." Mixt said, dismissing the accusations. "What's it to you? I'm not attacking anyone now, and I bet neither of you could tell me who the kid yesterday was. So if there is no score to settle you might as well run off and play. Though isn't it past your bed times?"
"I'm taking a walk. Need to clear my head, get things straightened out. It's been an eventful couple of days here. Besides, it's just so peaceful at night. What about you? What are you up to tonight?" Mixt responded as if it was generic small talk. He knew full well it wasn't, but he didn't care to be as serious as she wanted. Mixt wasn't sure if anything could bring down his mood today.
Mixt continued down the hallway, until he saw Phisoxa and Allen in the distance and he came to a stop. What were the odds of them both being this close to his room? It probably wasn't on purpose given that they weren't immediately outside the room. Then Mixt realized that he stopped and continued his walk. Afterall, what did he care what they thought of him?
