The Keyblade War : Istoria Epanalambano Mono Tou (Version 2)

Plague: I can keep this up for eternity so if you are keeping something secret just cut to the chase. If not, keep trying.

 

Ratsel: And his sanity.

They jumped again, this time they were in a black space. there was wispers all around them.

 

Judge: this coming from a guy who threw away a thousand plus souls to save his daugher that you let get blown up? you have no position to talk.

Lily: besides, he's always been nuts

 

Ratsel: She is still alive, just so you know. And I would argue with you Liliy, but that is pointless.

 

Lily smirked

Lily: thats cuz ya can't excues yourself from the fact that ya failed, german gourmet

 

Mixt forced Lily off of him. "So does Inverse. The way I see it we are all looking for a balanced scale but we are going in different ways. Inverse wants the scale empty, the majority of Libras want the scale light, and I want the scale heavy. But we are all bonded by the fact that we are looking for the scale to be balanced and that is what makes all three groups Libras. But appearantly Libras care about more than balance and life. So what is the missing link?"

 

Ratsel: Its mysterious, It me-
He fell to the ground.

 

judge: ???: oh you're wondering why we were gonna "waste" the cluster yes?

 

Mixt: I know that was falsified. This shouldn't be a hard question, yet you keep dodging it. What is it that makes a Libra that I don't have?

 

Ratsel: To have the will to do anything to keep the balance.

 

LIly: wuss.

 

Plague began to whisper back but it was in a strange tongue.

 

Judge: bingo! yatzee! exactamundo!

 

Ratsel got back up.
RatseL: Not good, some one has traveled through time to the craddle of hearts.

Robbie: Not good, I can't jump, I think I know were we are.

 

LIly: well then, we are truly rogered.

 

Mixt: BS. If that were it then all of you would be like Inverse.

 

Ratsel: I left the Libras.

Ratsel: And if they are on fathers side, then he can turn everyone into a neo.

 

Plague stopped whispering. "This looks like my home but it's not. None of them speak my language."

 

Inverse: why do you think i have such a strong following?

Judge: the thing is, we are greedy. we like the sensations of life.

 

Robbie: This is the craddle of Hearts, don't harm a single one.