OOC: What the heck happened? BIC: Nycx strolled through the streets of The World That Never Was. Any Heartless that was stupid enough to attack her had a Rapier ripped through it. Enough power was channeled in the Rapier to make the Heartless teleport away. Showing Heartless on who is in control of power will get them to follow you. Good. I should do this for a couple more minutes. Mintes? No, hours. I hate you, Saix. Nycx flicked her hair, and stabbed another Shadow. "I guess this will pay off," she said lightly.
You should send some Heartless against the Keyblade Bearers. Heartless? I scared of them. I can't control them. Wrong. The Heartless follow those who are the strongest. The Organization. Now, get out there and control them! Nycx suddenly tumbled out of her chair, urged by Saix in her mind. Teleporting outside, she stood on top of the skyscraper. Raising a hand, she felt power build up, and a Shadow suddenly appeared. It squirmed around a bit, and Nycx banished it. A cruel smirk played across her face at her new power.
"Good riddance," Nycx snapped. Burn. I told you to go away. And I thought you didn't like slang. One must use it to tell what he means. Glad to hear that. Very good. Now, concentrate on what you want the most. A heart. Yes. Now, you want, right? Yes. Make sure your only goal is to get a heart back. Nothing else. Yes, Saix. Nycx nodded, althoughs he didn't notice it. Sticking her nose back into the book, she continued reading.
"Oh sure. Whatever," Nycx spat. She examined the lights above her head, and returned to reading. "Go and spout your soppy corny spirit crap elsewhere. Perhasp you should go and talk to Number V. Both of you seem insane enough to understand each other." OOC: I don't mean to be mean. Nycx is like that.
"Why should YOU care, Number XIII," Nycx snapped, glaring over the top of her book. "For all I know, YOU could be going mad, and I could be hearing dead spirits."
The Room of Sleep? Hehehehehe... Saix crouched outside the door, still hiding. Pressing his ear to the door, he started listening intently.
Saix examined everything. "Haven't found anything yet," he said, answering Larxene. "Though, this door seems rather mysterious. There is a heart engraved on it, and it seems that a special key is needed."
OOC: I missed a lot, didn't I? BIC: Nycx continued reading the book, trying to ignore the voice in her head. You should be out, fetching hearts for Kingdom Hearts. Shut the hell up! ...... Fine. Nycx sighed with relief as the voice faded away. She could still sense the prescence, but it was smaller now. Not to mention, more sulky. "Whatever," she said with a snort. "I must be going mad now."
Nycx came back, looking like she had simply taken a stroll in a garden. "No heirs I could find," she said. Of course. They are kept safe. Oh, shut up! That's not very nice. Nycx shook her head and growled. "Anyway, lets get back to finding notes."
Saix slipped in after Xemnas, and quickly hid himself. What is Xemnas doing here? he thought.
"Heirs, true," Nycx said, placing her sword down. She felt the power drain away, and she looked to where it had come from. She tasted saltiness in her mouth, and she realised that she had bitten her tongue on accident. Her power was in blood? "Then we should destroy the heirs," she said. You're a fool if you think you can do that. I know. Then why are you doing it? To vent some anger out on Heartless. "I shall go and start tracking them," Nycx said, and disappeared in a whirl of black fire.
"Nothing that includes you," Nycx said coldly. "I don't need someone interfering. Nothing against you, Number Four." She kept her eyes on Kasha. You show respect for elders, and despise for lowers. Good. Now, rush at her and attack at her legs. That will probably get her to leap back or up, so bring your sword forward and hack downwards after that. Nycx rushed in, sweeping her sword low and outwards toward Kasha's legs.
Saix slipped after Xemnas. Hidden stairs? Passwords? What secrets did Xemnas have to hide? Keeping himself in the shadows and silent, Saix couldn't hide his smirk at the thought of black-mail.
I couldn't really tell what was going on. The quality isn't so good. Anyway. Great video. Wow, that's cool.
Apparently, this dog-girl thinks she knows what she is doing. Who the hell are you? Saîx. Nycx shook her head. "I've lost it," she growled, and slammed her fist into the ground. Standing up, she faced Kasha. "What's wrong? Going back for revenge? As if you could actually beat me! Ha, what a joke!" She can if you don't harness your power. Power. I don't have a power! Yes you do. Nycx felt something poke at something deep inside of her. She suddenly felt something coursing throughout her entire frame. It was... power! Oh. The voice in her head snorted, an odd sound. Now you noticed. Nycx glared at Kasha, and tossed her head arrogantly. "You want to fight? Alright, lets fight," she said. Taking a battle stance, she pointed her Rapier at Kasha, warily circling her.
Nycx snarled. Glaring at Kasha, she summoned her Rapier and pointed it at her. "Next time you say such a thing, then it's lights out for you," she spat, slipping the book into her coat pocket.
I HATE security systems. My house use to have one, but it got triggered everytime I just started climbing the stairs! How stupid is that. Then, a security system at some store got triggered because of my sister's little flashlight. 0.o
OOC: You can if you want. Personally, I think it makes the people kinda... INSANE. Hearing voices in your head is NEVER good. BIC: Nycx glared at Kasha, and continued to read. "If you have nothing better to do, then why don't you go and just stuff you nose into some garbage can or something," she spat, irritated.
Saix quickly followed Saix. He had to walk quickly and silently, and make sure that he wasn't found. Heheheheheh, this will be black-mail for MONTHS, he thought, smirking cruelly.
"Let'sjust get going," Saix growled, and stalked off. "Aren't you coming?!" He entered the library, and quickly scribbled down the sign. Descending the stairs, he went to investigate one of the locked doors.
