"Oh..." Eva slowly took a step, and winced. "Damn all magic to hell." she muttered.
OOC: Fun XD BIC: Xion winced, then hugged close to Demyx, shivering slightly. "Thanks. So much." she murmured. OOC: Wait, was she still wearing her own clothes? 8D8
8D :glomp:
OOC: Slow as hell D8 BIC: Eva held on tighter, trying to hold onto her memories. "Please...."
Xion rubbed her head, smiling a little. "Is civilization still out there?" she asked, staring into the water.
OOC: *Shrugs* just stick yourself somewhere.
Eva winced, leaning against a tree. "Why do you care so much?"
Where are you?.....
Xion woke up with a gasp. She was being dragged again...why did they want her so bad? She wanted to call out for Demyx, but she didn't want him to get hurt.........."Run..." she murmured.
OOC: Ah, I see. Try putting them either in the cell with Eva, or with Neoph, at his house, or with Pheonix.
Eva winced as another wave of pain went through her. Hurry hurry hurry. she thought. she knew what her new talent was now.
Kira hesitated, then handed one of the guns to her sister. "Be safe." she murmured. She turned to her sister. "Do you know how to-" Alexa shot a guard, then reloaded the pistol. "C'mon, sis."
Eva winced as the potion's fluid burned through the magic, also burning away some of the skin on her ankles. She stood up, trying to tune out the pain.
Namine blushed more, then looked down. "That can be everything..." she murmured. Aerith looked up as the teacher left, then sighed.
Eve smiled, then ruffled his hair. "Ha." she stuck out her tongue, then cartwheeled ahead of them.
Okay...:glomp: I feel a little better now ^_^ I thought you might have been mad.
*huggly* Still missing you.
XD I don't know that game, but yeah, I understand. All mine just kinda dropped me.
Demyx...Demyx Demyx Demyx. She must have fallen asleep. Bad bad bad. "Demyx..." she called out quietly before falling asleep. OOCL Gtg
Kira's eyes filled with tears slowly, then she blinked and looked down. "Okay. Alexa and I are leaving. We can't stay..." she handed him a number. "Goodbye, sweetheart." OOC: Gtg
