Ah its okay, I will just edit it. . . lol also I noticed that your avi looks more bluer then usual <3
" Whats the point of throwing her into prison when the oldman's estate is as much prison in itself?" Dante replied while he was still scratching his chin and thinking while staring at Phisoxa with almost a estranged look. This made Phisoxa feel a bit uncomfortable. " I think I can handle myself pretty well, how bad can they possibly be, I basically live in a world full of politicians. . ."
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" Hmm . . . well my visions never explain it in full detail, they mostly come in riddles or mysteries that need to be decoded." The man said as he walked closer and grabbed Phisoxa by the chin and looked he over without much of a thought. He looked over as if she were nothing but a pet or livestock and said nothing with little show of emotion. He then let go of her and stood back scratching his own chin. " Hmm . . . there seems to be something else off about this one as well if you haven't sensed it yet Mixt. It seems the power of the X-blade is masking something else lingering in the shadow almost as if it were hiding itself. . . we better get that looked at." Dante said as he muttered things over to himself nervously as the man that had been accompanying him only shook off the incident as if it were uninteresting. " Wait till the oldman finds out about this, he will be hysterical and perhaps he will try and keep Aia hidden away further from the public eye." The other man said as he eyed Phisoxa with a different interest in his eye as he made a slight charming smile that had no emotion behind it.Phisoxa felt a bit bewildered. It was hard keep herself from talking straight to their faces especially when she knew two of them so well yet in turn they didn't know her at all and seemed a bit hostile. Phisoxa felt as if she were in a bad dream, maybe her hunch was right and all of this was unreal. She pinched her arm and felt the sharp pain travel up her arm but nothing happened.
" X-blade . . .? Then that explains my dream with the monolith displaying a picture of two dragons forming into a X . . it must have been a vision fortelling what is about to happen. But . . . how does a picture of twinlike figures holding hands have to do with that." The girl said thinking as her eyes were focused on the sights and sounds of such a strange place. Her sightseeing was intertupted when a man in gold tinted armor with long brown hair and a man who looked rather, strangely familiar passed through the garden. They were talking amongst themselves and seemed to be going somewhere. But the familiar man stopped and his eyes widened and he then raised a finger that was wearing a obsidian ring and pointed at her almost with a surprised look in his eyes but not his face. " This can't be possible . . ." He said fumbling inside of his pockets for a simple glass orb filled with a watery substance and he stared into it almost as if it were a crystal ball. He had no emotion what so ever appear on his face, just in his eyes. The man who was accompanying a rather handsome man as well only watched but not a concerned look appeared on his face. Phisoxa then came to the conclusion that people here didn't show any sort of emotion, she couldn't remember if the Mixt-lookalike had smiled or even frowned one bit. He then shouted with realization and kept pointing a finger at her. " Ah ha . . . !!!" Phisoxa then realized who the man resembled, Dante, with same egoistic charm and strange but at sometimes psychedelic nature.
Yup it is, because the twins curse doesn't have a mark like that one. It doesn't show up till shes actually pregnant.
" Oh so he really is a bad guy, I almost feel guilty for trying to let him out." The girl said as she sighed, for some reason she felt relaxed as if the feeling came over her without reason. But that didn't take away from the pain that the mark was causing. Phisoxa reached down and moved the side of her green traveling cloak over to reveal the tattoo underneath her collarbone, it burned alot for some reason and it glowed a red glow slightly. " Hey . . . If you people are gods correct, then you would happen to know alot of things humans wouldn't, so might I ask, do you have any idea what this mark means?"
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Phisoxa still squirmed but for some reason something was holding her back from attacking or jumping out of Mixt's arms, like when thought of jumping out of his arms her body wouldn't respond. " To stand trial for something I haven't done I see, things work strangely around here. Anyways can you atleast explain to me why that man is trapped in that crystal container? What has he done?"
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Phisoxa felt the sensation almost as if she were floating again so she woke up when she heard the strange man talk to Mike. " What . . . What are you doing with me" The girl said squirming in his arms. " Mike watch out, he dangerous !!"
Oh I see. I got a feeling hes not going to post ~_~;
So what is he going to do with Phisoxa now?
Post in the rp. okay what happened is after we got surrounded by those people, we floated up into a portal in the sky between time and space and...
" What?" Phisoxa thought as he dodge them with ease. " Hes pretty fast, I better just do normal attacks then. . ." The girl thought as she seemed surprised when he began walking up the wall. For some reason she felt as if she couldn't keep her focus and it was bewildering while she couldn't during such a battle, she began to feel dizzy for some reason as the mark under her collarbone burned like fire. Phisoxa then took off and teleported up into the air as she went to attack again, this time she welled up a large fire storm in the room using purely magic as she pounced up at the man and charged her key up again and she reached up to him with a even stronger hit, bringing the blade down on the man's armored chestplate and slamming it hard over and over till a large crack appeared on it and traveled down the side, Phisoxa then slammed it again, wedging it into the crack of the chestplate till blood seeped out and it landed on Phisoxa's shirt. She looked down at the blood and then one moment she even more dizzy and blacked out in midair and fell several feet down onto the ground below.
" Ah . . . I don't think I can . . . I'm sure." Phisoxa said as she heard him go on and on with so many long words, this was like Mixt. But she still couldn't be too sure. Phisoxa spun her keyblade around in her hand for a bit thinking as she walked to the otherside to face him. She then without warning began the fight again as she sprinted towards him with inhuman speed, sending charges from key in all directions as if they were missiles and then she teleported and reappeared behind the man floating in the air above.
Phisoxa followed him but she didn't seem a least bit surprised by the appearance of the place, she had been to technologically advanced places before especially Sarca which was a city made purely of technology and relied on it. A far cry from Janina which was all architecture but still had a oldworld-modern feel to it. " Where are we going?"
" Why should I follow him if he tried to kill me . . . ?" Phisoxa sighed as she looked back over at the man in the container and she grabbed Mike by the arm and pulled him along as she followed him through the door. " I don't get it . . . if you want me dead why didn't you just kill me on the spot? You could have instead of starting a fight with me. . . "
sorry I kinda edited my post .. lol
" Huh ? I know I hold the power of the keyblade yeah but whats so strange about having a power inside, I mean you have to have a powerful heart to be able to wield a keyblade so it shouldn't be uncommon, especially where I come from . . . Master Westus taught me mostly everything I know about how to master my power inside . . . he was almost finished too if he hadn't died . . . Each wielder has special key of their own, they are all on the same power level, its the wielder's heart and skill that decides how powerful that key later becomes" The girl said rubbing her head while going off on her own thoughts outloud without noticing as she took her keyblade and leaned on it as if it were a cane of some sort.
