ooc: It's gotta be even worse then everything Sora's faced ouo; Sorry I passed out in mid post, that Nyquil dose knocked out REALLY good @u@ bic: Mage kept her wings close, wishing protection. With an outstreched arm engulfed in purple flames. "Get awa-" she went into a coughing fit again.
"I have hurt no one! I would never harm a child!" Mage yelled, startling Ashir. "Besides, what DID I do?! I'm on YOUR side!" Parma watched Asuki, a bit concerned.
Mage literally growled as Sora did this, the form's illusion faded. Her eyes glowed purple as she grew wings and raced towards her son. Holding him close in her arms, she growled. "Stay away from my son!" Parma stared at Sora, staying on Mage's shoulder.
Parma was trying to keep Ashir quiet, to no avail. 'Please, Ashir, be quiet! We're going to be caught!' Mage watched the windows, seeing one with Parma trying to hush Ashir's wailing. She wanted to fly up and help him, but that could get her killed. ooc: I'm going to take Nyquil, so I'm gonna hit the sack soon @u@;
"I can't. My head's been killing me." Mage mumbled, wincing. She heard wailing in the distance, pretending to be confused. "A baby?" ooc: Wait! CN's power isn't supposed to be THAT easy to break!
Mage walked into Sora's view range. "Hello, I'm sick, and-" dhe coughed, rubbing her throat. "Ow, but anyway, I need mediciene. Do you know where I can get some?" She only prayed that this disguise would work.
ooc: This sucks, I never get sick and now I have a really crappy cough =A= bic: Mage hid in a window, loudly coughing. "Dammit... Don't wan't my baby to catch this damn cold..." she huffed, sniffling. "Ugh, my head, I think my synases are acting up again... Oh my baby, I'll have to leave you here for a bit. Here..." She took off her coat, wrapping Ashir in the bundles. "Oh... I need Parm-" 'Yes my Miss?' Parma popped up next to her, free as the birds. "Oh! Parma, take care of Ashir-thank God you're not crazy. I need to get mediciene." Mage hacked up a lung (I now question if I have 100 lungs with the way I'm coughing), shifting to her red head znd emerald eye'd pirate form. Gliding down, she carefully walked back to Sora, shivering and hacking.
"No, I won't." Mage snarled, leaving quickly. She didn't need to take this, especially not with Ashir in her arms. 'I just need a safe place...' she thought with drowsiness.
"I will behave!" Mage nodded her head, a little too vigerously since her hood fell down again. She peered into the darkness, confused. "Who invented Darkness? Why is it that way?"
"No! We're a team, and teamates stick together! I can't be alone! It's scarier that way..." Mage moaned, whimpering. She paid no mind to Xemnas, he wasn't very scary to her at all.
"It's black in here. It should be purple." Mage clung to Xenree. "This is a place where fear hides in." she mumbled. "Ashir wouldn't like it..."
Mage finally decided-from the super intelligent way of eenie meenie miney mo- to follow Xenree. Though, it did frighten her more, as she was alone. She just needed to find her comfort somehow.
Mage's arm encased itself in a purple flame, her eyes the same. "Get the hell away from my family!" she screamed hoarsely, coughing. Shooting the flames at Sora, she took that chance to flee by air.
Mage stared at both doors, unsure. "Which one...?" she mumbled, clinging to her doll, which she produced from a pocket.
Mage still clung to Xenree. "I won't leave you, now keep me close. It's scary. Keep me safe..."
Mage flapped her wings, going airborne. "I won't fight you. I will NOT have my son hurt! Get the hell away!" With some thick purple fire consuming her arm, she growled. "You can't fight me when I'm with a child. I know you- you're not heartless enough to damsge one.
Mage clung to Xenree, whimpering. "The bad things, the keep coming... They's keep following, we're doomed." Her eyes were wide with fear.
Mage stared at Sora, bewildered. "Fight? I know I said I like to spar, but this is insane! And I have my baby in my arms! I will NOT fight!" She growled, hand glowing a purple flame. "I don't want to fight you!"
Mage ran from the heartless, wailing. She really hadn't perfected many spells.
Mage looked at herself, confused. "I'm not supposed to be blue... I was born in purple..." She muttered, confused. Looking at the heartless, she squeaked in fright.
