The Age of the Heart

Gexln didn't have time to figure out what Auran was doing, so he did the one thing he could do. He turned around and instinctively held his blade in a defensive stance. The might of the beam hit Gexln square in the chest despite his efforts to stop it. His body went flying back, crashing into the ground. His body reverted back out of dark form, and he stood up wearily but still alive. However, after two seconds of standing on his feet, his knees gave way and he collapsed onto the ground once more. Gexln was very much defeated.

 

Margaret chuckled, "Play nice? Oh no. You don't know my song either. I'll most certainly have to teach you." Istar left her side and slashed through an on coming blue flaming arrow from Nevan. "I'm not here to kill you Nevan! I'm fighting for mine and Alice's life. Why do you insist that I must die?! Margaret is alive!" He watched Nevan's will faulter and steel again. "Screw you!"

 

Auran walked over to where Gexln lay "Looks like i win" He said as he ran over to Istar "Need a hand?" He said as he lifted his words up, challenging anyone

 

Gexln laid on the ground, flat on his back and looking at the sky. "Is it true? Have i become...weak? How do i become stronger?" he asked to nobody in particular. He looked over at Auran. Those runes...that's how he became so strong..if i could learn the secret..but how? he thought, wondering to himself.

Luxek looked at Gexln, and then at Auran. "So you took out Gexln did you? You must be a strong opponent. As you can see i'm a little busy surviving against these two, otherwise i'd kick your ass myself" Luxek said as he lazily swung a strike at Istar with the Shadow Keyblade.

 

Istar growled and slashed another wave of arrows from Nevan in half. "I don't need your bloody help!" Nevan cursed and dropped onto one hand and kicked Istar in the jaw. "DIE ALREADY!"

Margaret landed in front of Luxek's strike and blocked it with one scythe. "Don't turn away from a lady!" She pushed her shotgun/scythe up towards Luxek's chest and pulled the trigger.

 

OOC: Shite Wigglz how are you going to get out of this one..here goes i guess. Just so you know for future reference: If you put me in another seemingly-escapeless situation, i'll just go all KH on you and use reflect :P
IC: Luxek's eyes went wide at the sight of Margaret attempting to shoot him with the shotgun. Right as she pulled the trigger, he threw himself backwards in an attempt to avoid the bullets (they ARE bullets right?), but didn't completely succeed. His right side was grazed by the bullets. Only grazed, but they still hurt. Alot. He glared at Margaret. "Now that was just low" he stated, voice becoming an altogether more threatening tone.

 

ooc: The point was to prevent you from dodging or deflecting every attack. She is stronger than him.

bic:
"Oh? Well, what's low is turning my guardian against my little apprentice. Other than that, I don't have a fued with you. You are not of Lladranna and thus do not apply to my world's rules." She frowned and lifted her weapons, "Dearest Nevan...Istar is not our enemy."

 

OOC: You don't know that she's stronger for sure. You don't know Luxek's strength to the fullest, so you can't make that call.
Luxek raised an eyebrow. "Turning your guardian against your apprentice? I haven't turned anyone against anyone else lately. You must have me mistaken for someone else" he stated. He froze. If i'm not who she thinks she is, is it right to attack and potentially kill her? he wondered. His side stung from where he had been hit. His expression became an altogether serious one as he remembered how he'd gotten it. Definitely he thought sinisterly. Rushing forward, he crouched down and then stood straight up, using the momentum to swing his Shadow Keyblade up in a vicious uppercut directed towards the jaw, the keyblade slicing through the air as it went towards Margaret's jaw.

 

ooc: You wanna fight about it?!

bic:
Margaret knocked his blade back down with her scythe and narrowed her black eyeshadowed eyes at him, "And now attacking a Reaper of Lladranna...oi..you're in hot water now, little boy." She twirled and aimed her adorably shoed foot at his face.

 

OOC: There's no way of either of us knowing who's stronger, because neither of us know EVERYTHING about the other.
IC: Luxek felt the full impact of the foot to the face. Crashing onto his back, he then stood up, a small trickle of blood trailing down from his nose. "Reaper or not, you're still going to die" he said, slight smirk on his face.

 

Auran, realising that everyone was busy, walked over to where Gexln lay, and looked down at him with a friendly smile "Now that we're not trying to kill each other, how about we team up once more? I'll tell you anything you need to know" He said, offering a hand to help Gexln up

 

Gexln looked up at Auran. This is my opportunity. This..is how i learn about those runes he thought to himself. He didn't return the smile, but allowed himself to be helped up. "Whatever" he said gruffly.

 

Auran laughed "Try to lighten up" He said lightly

 

"Lighten up? Me? A Nobody of the dark? Not going to happen" Gexln replied, a slight tone of anger in his voice from his defeat.

 

Auran smiled again "So what do you want to know?" He inquired

 

Margaret flicked back her hair and laughed, a charming sound, "There is nothing that can kill a Reaper. I claim the souls of the dead. All those who died in Lladranna are apart of me and those Istar has killed and Nevan and even Alice and Nova here on this world are apart of me. I claim their souls!" She ran at him, her scythes spread at her sides in order to cross over and cut off his head.

Istar and Nevan fell over, exhausted. Nevan now had a sharp serrated blade coming out of his stomach and Istar's body was covered in arrows, each leaking sand. "Game's over, Istar...." "Neither of us can win this fight..."

 

"Souls? You fight with souls? I fight with darkness, just like Gexln over there, except i use it better. You can use the souls of the dead to fight if you want, but i'm just going to send you and them to the grave once more!" Luxek yelled.Luxek was worried, but tried his best not to show it. Geez this is getting too dangerous he thought to himself. He considered dodging, but discarded the idea almost immediately after realising if he did he'd be impaled. He then looked up. Heh..i guess i really do have no choice he thought. Taking a deep breath, he leapt up high into the air.

Gexln raised an eyebrow. "What makes you so sure i want to know anything?" he asked, suspicious of Auran's motives. Despite agreeing not to fight, Gexln still clutched Darkness' Sorrow tightly, just in case.

 

Margaret anticipated his moves and jumped with him, her black eyeshadowed eyes locked on his. "Then why are you running?"

 

Luxek hurled the Shadow Keyblade at Margaret, aiming for the torso as he merely said "Running? No, i'm saving my life".

 

Name: Praxsel
Age: 20(forever stuck in a body of a 10 year old)
Type: nobody
Power: he has the ability to intensify sound to the point of it being able to create intense sound wave, This is normally done by using his flute although it could be done by any mechanism that can create a sound but it would take more effort and must have enough intensity already coming from it to be able to be manipulated(clash of weapons or any loud noise).
weapon: Melodious Shrieker, this weapon is a 6 feet long metal flute which is Praxsel's main tool to use his sound wave intensity manipulation. Glistening with its bright silver body it seems to glisten when light touches it. Down through its body is the nobody symbols taking the forms of note holes for the flute player.The weapon forms as sound seem to erupt in one single area near the nobody's hands.
Appearance: He had a short life as a normal humen being that was for sure. When the heartless attacked the olympus colliseum the young 10 year old child could not defend himself from the rampant heartless swarm. Now forever stuck to have the appearance of a 10 year old child his pearly purple optics still has their glistening glow for the most part. Although like any nobody Praxsel can only fake his glistening eyes and his childish smile for so long before it turns to its emotionaless opposite. Upon the individual's scalp is a bed of neatly streight clay colored hair stopping slightly past his chin with his front bangs evenly cut slightly above his narrow eyebrows. He simply wears a black cloak with the zipper unziped slightly showing his collar bone. he wears simple pants and sandles.
personality: Prexsal has a fake personality and a true personality. His fake personality is simply used to integrate into a group and to learn about their motives. Most of the time if it benefits him someway the flute player will stay. The best way his fake personality achieves this is to act like his appearence indeed act like a 10 year old child. During his act the nobody will be clingy and joyfull around the people he dicides to stick with. He will always try to be playfull to people and try to act innocent. Now when nobody is around his true personality is evident. Thinking about ways to recieve his heart to get out of being a child forever Praxsel developed a personality that constantly thinks about how it will benefit his wish which is ironicly like a selfish child. So he basicly thinks about his needs before even considering other people. Indeed the opposite of his playfull act he is strict and serious which is very evident when he has to hurt someone to achieve a goal.
Lastly a Bio of you character
When the doors was unlocked the heartless invaded every world. Simply playing his flute beside the judge of the collesium the young boy played happily as his father judged the collesium battles. There was cheers before they became screams of terror. Oppening his eyes to this the young child would watch in absolue horror as heartless swarmed out of a dark corridor before pouring over the audience in the stands. Even the fighters in the arena ran from the vile black monsers as they attacked. His mind was in shock but yet the musician could not stop playing his beloved flute as the screams of the victems filled the atmosphere. Screams and the melodious tunes of the boy's flute was the only sound coming from the arena. Still in a state of shock the clay colored hair individual watched the heartless devour the hearts as they left the victems soon their soulles eyes woudl look at the boy. Soon the clear blue sky hovering above the collesium would vanish as it soon became replaced by darkness.

Created from this destruction the nobody of shreaking melodious was born. Not sure about this reasoning for this fake existance he simply traveled through world using the same dark corridor that brought his premature growth. Soon the flute player would run into Hades which was happily glad to have a flute player to simply entertain him. Seeing this as a way of being usefull and possibly getting a reborn he agreed to it. Developing his selfish personality he would learn about the purpose of capturing hearts not sure how they was used though. Telling Hades that his time was over Prexsel would leave the lord of the dead's realm searching for the method of using hearts to obtain his desired reincarnation.