The Keyblade War: It must be signed in Steel, and writ in Royal Blood

Phisoxa sprinted toward the frame and sliced it inhalf.

 

legion: now now that wasn't nice at all.

 

Mixt summoned Unholy Avenger and stabbed the frame. "I'm a N.O.O.B. remember? Besides, what do codes and titles matter. My philosophy is closest to that of a Libra. It's in execution that we differ"

 

Phisoxa:" Lets get going, quickly, fighting is just going to blow this place up !!"

 

legion: im listening.

 

Phisoxa begins to panic.


Phisoxa: " What are you guys doing, come on."

 

legion: oh hello soxa, how are you?

 

ooc: I'm going to have trouble neing on for a while.

 

Mixt picked up Phisoxa and put her over his shoulder and then they vanished.

 

legion: they must have been in quite a hurry

 

Phisoxa:" Lemme down, lemme down " DX

She said fussing.

 

OOC: Huh, so uh, what's been happening?

 

Mixt put her back down "I told you we would cover more ground if I did the running" Sure enough they were now at an entirely different world wasteland was as far as the eye could see.

 

portals were opening up everywhere and frames poured out. they did not spot mixt or phisoxa

 

OOC: Where is Xarkness here? It's been a while since I posted and I wanted to know where everybody is.

 

ooc: right next to legion

 

Phisoxa:" We got to keep it down or someone will hear us. Especially these wastelands.We will be heard from miles."

 

the frames in the wastelands heard her and began to march enmass

 

The Lauren.Pro teleported Nathura/Aia to a town that looked like twilight town, except it was still under construction.

 

OOC: I am back *sephiroth theme*

Phisoxa: " I hear marching, damn it there is someone here."

Phisoxa drew her keyblade.

Phisoxa:" Mixt we got to get going, its not safe staying in this area."


Aia relaxed and let Nuthura's being took back over.

Nuthura:" Now where are we? It looks like twilight town. "

And suddenly a memory came to Nuthura, it was rather fuzzy but it felt as if it happened yesterday.

A foggy image appeared in Nuthura's mind of a little dark-haired girl sitting under a lamp post in a rather tattered blue dress. Just sitting there silently as people walked by.

Three other children around her age walked over. A girl in a orange sundress and brown yet slightly curly hair spoke first to the girl.

The Girl: " Hey why are you sitting here all by yourself?"

A boy with messy dark-blond hair came over and stood next to her.

The Boy: " She must be new around here or something."

The girl in the tattered blue dress just sat there silently.

The Girl: " Wheres your mother?"

The girl in the tattered blue dress froze up.

Another boy with black hair and a little softer around the middle then the other children wanted to ask the strange girl a question.

Boy 2: " Do you even know how to talk ?"

The girl the tattered dress just shook her head.

Boy 1:" maybe shes a alien or something."\

The Girl: " You think so, Hayner?"

The memory ended quickly and Nuthura rubbed her head.