8115 Yeah. And with the size of our RP posts, every time we finish, there are like three new posts on here and one on the Family! hahaha!! Starts giving cake to the poor whove had their cake taken by the evil sheriff. Returns bringing the leftovers for a party!
Give Drew a skateboard and he'll be happy. Give Padraig something that he can cut into pieces (ie: big slab of meat) That should satisfy him for awhile. *sits back down with Xiron.*
Despite the rapidly fading figure within the portal, Xiron sent his many short lances into the figure. They all, not surprisingly, clattered to the floor through the figure. Nearly growling, Xiron reformed them into the columns where they had originated. He turned to face the door, a scowl forming under his helmet.
8111 "Halt." Picks vine off of CtR, brushes her off, and continues with stolen cake.
Better idea. Can you hold Padraig and Drew for a bit?
ooc: I've been calling her Lerena, but I like yours better! :D bic: The door swung open in front of them, but this time, it was not Xiron's doing. The doorway began to glow, enticing him to look. Inside, there was a forest. Cool and dark. He could smell smoke. the land was soft soil, gently rising. "The....camp....." Xiron said softly and slowly. Forgetting his sudden homecoming, he now had no choice but to turn and face the follower. Sure enough, the figure was shrouded in darkness - a black cloak - and holding aloft a memory card. Xiron snarled beneath his helm. ( ) This meant he had to go into his own memories to reach the answers he seeked. The member disappeared into a dark portal, no doubt going up.
8109 "Thou fiend! Thou shalt not stealeth mine cake!" Runs away with random Merry Men.
Main focus cannot answer right now. He is trying to separate Drew and Xiron from killing each other *King Padraig enters* "Hey guys.....Yeah! A fight! Get him Xiron! Get him! No, no, ignore Main Focus, just hit him!" *main focus* "SHUT UP PADRAIG!!!!!!!!"
8105 Yay! Cake! *swings on a vine and grabs cake like Robin Hood*
By level eleven, the persuer was getting closer, but neither did anything but keep walking. Xiron tightened his metal-backed gauntlet - the speed and secrecy of the persuer was making him feel they did not have much time left before something must be done. But still they kept walking. The doorway to Level twelve's memory chambers was quickly approaching.
I'm gonna have to think of something fast! ... *Main focus walks into mind and finds the Xiron part* "Dude! Why do you want to get into Level XIII?! I need a post!" *Drew walks in* "Hey guys! What'cha talkin' about?" *Xiron asks main focus* "Why did you let him in here?"
Without braking his pace, Xiron whispered "Do not let yourself be seen with your blade. Keep walking like you don't know they are there. Do not look back, do not stop, do not turn. Keep your head down and your ears open." Xiron's steps softened inaudibly - just enough to allow him to hear the follower. How had he not heard sooner?
Postscript from the RP - If you look at Xiron's posts, he's been trying to get into floor XIII for a while. I'm not entirely sure what he wants up there.
8094 We'll be done in 2015
ooc: I thought Nobodies had no emotions, Relix? hahahaha..... kissey-kissey!!! bic: Xiron and Sarxalis made their usual chorus of clicks and swishes, climbing up several levels. By level ten, they had met no one, which seemed strange. Whoever owned the castle at this time assuredly knew of their presence?
8088 Magical number!!!! I only have 305!
Xiron looked around at the walls and ceiling. Yes, this place did feel old, but it always did. He could sense, even in his own time, that the castle was more ancient than anyone could possibly imagine. Perhaps it was the aura of memory that surrounded it. But, he could also not deny the power that he sensed coursing through the air. This place was being controlled by a group far more advanced and trained than themselves. But, was it the Organization's power he sensed? "Only one way to find out," he said quietly, more to himself than to Sarxalis. "We need to go up to find the answer. Raxen locked off the thirteenth floor in our time, and even if it opened up sometime after us, Marluxia would not be in it. That is our answer."
Xiron looked at her; no expression was in his eyes. "Well, if there is someone else here, and we are in the past, then they could only be an inhabitant of the world or someone from the original Organization." 2 chairs flew from the walls and stopped next to them. "What makes you think this is the past? Couldn't it be the future, just as well?" Xiron asked sitting on one of the chairs.
8078 Oh no! I read it! No! NOOOO!!!! *bored*
Did you really need to even say that? It's so obvious! :D
