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

Mixt chuckled "I know. I made it myself. But It is mostly made of blood" Mixt held up the keyblade and it did have the appearance that it was bleeding.

 

archetype: such a fine blade. yet nothing more then something to shear a flower. Anyway, you know how Legion was a bit... off?

archetype took two steps away from mixt

 

Mixt laughed. "It's times like this I wish I had a camera. But yeah, it's made out of pure philosopher's stone."

 

archetype: ya know how many lives it takes to make one of those stones, let alone forge something out of it?

ooc: sorry it took me so long. internet was being stupid

 

OOC: data base errors attacked again. I'm just overly persistant when I want to be and have nothing better to do.

BIC:

Mixt: Trust me I know. this is the by product of many wars. Have you ever heard of the Ishvalan?

 

Phisoxa who apparently has been knocked out for several hours , finally awoke . Coughing out the extra water in her lungs from almost drowning . She looked around , scratching her head . Nobody seemed to notice yet that she was awake .

Phisoxa thought to herself .

Phisoxa : " Whats going on here ? "

She was confused , yet she summoned a pair of dark keyblades and snuck off to go wander around Castle Oblivion . Phisoxa wandered through a quiet and deserted floor , suddenly she slipped over something and fell over . Phisoxa got up and looked over at what she tripped over . She noticed it was bunch of pink flower petals .

Phisoxa : " What the heck , flower petals ? "

Meanwhile .. . . at Ansem's Computer . . . .

Nuthura had left the castle and now was walking down the blue rocky terrain of the land surrounding it .

 

The man noticed Phisoxa leaving and followed.

A giant Black door appeared in the distant in front of Nathura.

 

archetype: no. however, it seems kind of ironic that you are anti mass murder and still carry around a by product of it

a womans size 7 boot slammed down infront of her hand

libra: oi, back off from my flowers

 

"Listen, are you guys gonna talk or are we gonna take down the Black Phantom and Father?!" asked Raxtion starting to get angry

"I agree with Raxtion we need to get moving... and stop wasting time over things that have already passed..." Rako said calmly

 

archetype: my squad won't attack you any futher, but i can't say much for the rest of them. However, you will have a rough time getting out of here.

 

Mixt: I'll just leave the way I came in. And thanks for the clone Rax, turned out to only be half necessary though.

 

Robbie used his power to call out to Mixt.

 

Mixt focused and responded mentally. "What's going on?"

 

Robbie(Light): My reconnection.

 

Mixt: So how can I help?

 

Robbie: I need my blade, I also need you to stop hunting down the black phantom.

 

Mixt: I hope you've got something up your sleeve. So where are you?

 

Robbie: I'm at my hideout, but you can't use portals or any type of teleportation.

ooc: G2G

 

Mixt: Well it's not teleportation persay. I still need to walk, it's just a dimension shift.

 

archetype: im serious about escape is near impossible. why must you stop hunting the black phantom?