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Mixt continued to force the door closed "The program will end in 43 hours 16 minutes and 24 seconds but it may find a result at any moment"

 

"Oh you and your science!"

 

OCC: i used the sword and shield to provide information about Gexlions and Xeols past

Xeol could tell he was losing he sighed he thought of the only availuble option he had to make his spirital signiture die in that amount of fog "this is gona hurt" he focused on the spirital signiture making it go down rapidly when he does this techique it make the fog wielders body start to hurt tremidously he winced in pain while he continued making the fogs spiritual signiture die

 

As soon as the fog lost its form gexlion knew that they had won.

"I think we got the code."

 

"It would appear so" Mixt got on a computer and began to look at the data of the machine's output.

 

"So what your magic box say?"

 

Xeol focused more on the fogs spirital signiture he managed to kill 98% of the fog's signiture he winced in pain but he had a smile of satisfaction "i hope i killed enought of my spiritual sginiture in that amount of fog" he said to himself

 

Mixt: Well most of the deterioration took place in the transition between two signals. The most likely way for this result is manual deterioration. So in other words he cut off a finger to save the hand. If you can draw him out now would be a good time to battle him. There is no telling how thoroughly or rapidly his soul will heal, but at this moment he is likely in a weakened state.

 

"Before we do that, how much of the spirit code did we get?"

 

Mixt: This was a trail and error process since the code was tightly confined to the dagger. Since he killed the code before we cracked it 0%

 

"so you're telling me that we couldn't even get the starting piece?"

 

Mixt: It was all or nothing. I got nothing. Unless you want to try the two signals that are almost garunteed to be false.

 

"Fine, use your "Logic" time to murder."

 

Xeol was leaning against the wall wincing in pain it alway sucked when he killed a part of himself "i well not let you guys find out my critical weakness" he said while he panted

 

I'm kind of confused, but thats fine.
bic:
"Done."One of his clones...or him said. "We have our location. I have already sent a scan and it has given us the entire map, and right now it has five minutes for it to completely over scan it."
"Your choice, your a higher rank then me. If it were me, I'd strike now, ignoring your fog machine weakness, and scan everything. Unfortunately, they put the first people who joined first, not the brains."
"Its a shame really."
"Precisely."

 

Xeol looked up vox's words about the first people joining so his partner was pretty much saying he was stupid but he would not let his small amount of anger show "i should be able to recover lets attack now" he said with a smile then winced in pain but the pain vanished once it took effect

 

"My thoughts exactly, Xeol."
All of the clones dissapeared, non of them were the real Voxtirc. He was really behind Xeol. "Scan." He told the radar.
The radar started scanning.
One minute...

 

Xeol waited patiently whiel he taped his foot waiting "so do we need any supplies before we head out" the fog wielder asked vox

 

Name: Magick
Character name(if in organization needs X in name): Xika
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Weapon: Sword, long and heavy
Aura: Pious
Power: Invisible, but she's still working on mastering it.
Organization Name(example is how Demyx is the Melodious Nocturne): Wild Song
Organization number: 4
Beast Rank(its the Undeath version of Org number): 4
Beast form: Wolf
Personality: Stubborn, curious, but cautious of the unknown, quiet, but will speak up for herself.
Bio: She was abadoned as a child, and became defensive. Doesn't like to remember her past, and keeps moving forward.
Weakness(you need one and it has to be the opposite of your element like fire > ice): She is afraid of deep water and cannot swim <3
Other: Please do not deny my happiness. <3
Appearance:
Preview post: Xika walked along the street, keeping her face blank. She knew what would happen if she showed emotion. Someone would get hurt, as usual. Paying for some food, she ate it slowly, walking along, and watching everything. She had learned from her mistakes, so it wouldn't happen again.

Pretty please??

 

oc: actually you're number three.