As Gexln felt the beam enter his chest, he felt an uncomfortable feeling. Not one of pain, but it was as though something were being ripped out of him without the pain that came with it, and he did not like that sensation in the slightest. Thankfully, it was over as quickly as it had come as the mass amount of light began flooding the area. Bracing himself as best as he could, he closed his eyes for a few moments, opening them after the light had receded. The Nobody looked around quickly, trying to figure out where he was. He could see the others far off in the distance on a kind of glass platform, but each of the platforms looked different to the others. He tried calling out to them, yelling at them to get over to where he was, but he got no response. So, that option was gone. Deciding now to look at where specifically he was, he looked down at the platform he was standing on. He couldn't see the entire thing, but he could certainly make out some of the faces on there. Caleb, Juliet, Kaxar, Xero, R, Xindai, and Dane. Four of them he thought of as close to him, one of them he was relatively neutral to, and the other two he had a strong hatred for, especially Dane. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sudden acknowledgement of a door. It was nothing fancy, just a silvery-white door with a picture of a sword on it. Not seeing any other option for where to go, he decided to push open the door and step through it, which is exactly what he did. Once again, he found himself enguled in a blinding light, and when it receded his eyes adjusted once more, this time a little faster. He didn't even need to look around to figure out where he was. He was in the twilight town old mansion foyer. If what R had said earlier was true, then this would more than likely be some kind of trial to see if he was worthy of wielding the x-blade. He planned on showing it that he was, no matter what the trial was. As he was wondering what the trial was, he failed to notice the movements behind him on the raised area. He didn't notice the movement itself, but he heard footsteps followed by what sounded like somebody leaping. Instinctively, he whirled around to see what the sound was, Darkness' Sorrow raised and prepared to defend, and he was thankful that he had. His blade clashed with the blade of somebody who looked exactly like R. He held his ground, and pushed back before swinging Darkness' Sorrow at his opponent's legs, but if the man he was against wasn't R, he sure as hell moved like him, and easily evaded the attack. "Oh, I get it. You're my trial. You know, R, I remember this day. The day you and I met, the day that you beat me and I promised to beat you one day. Looks like the x-blade wants to see if that day's today. Sorry in advance" he said, a cocky grin appearing on his face. This was the fight he had long been looking forward to, and now that it was here his blood was pumping faster than ever, and adrenaline was rushing throughout his entire body. It was time to have the long-awaited rematch against R.
At Orpheus' betrayal, Hunter turned around and pointed a finger accusingly at Gwen. "I told you so!" he yelled out in a booming, deep, and dramatic voice. This was all he had time to say, however, before the overwhelming mass of zombies advanced upon them. Without another word, Hunter grabbed his sword and leaped forward into the fray, despite the amount of things in front of him. This will be a good way to crack some skulls and relieve some of my anger. Wait a minute, I've always got that hatred dormant in me, can zombies get rid of that? You know what, scratch the anger, this will be a good way to crack some skulls, he thought to himself. Lilith was way ahead of Hunter, both figuratively and literally. She hadn't seen the betrayal coming, not by a long shot, but her attention span had practically demanded she do something to spice things up a little. And what better way to do that than to ignite a war? Besides, she loved killing zombies. Blinking forward a metre every couple of steps, she had soon overtaken Hunter and was now surrounded by zombies. Most people would have been scared shitless there, but not Lilith. Oh no, this situation only brought a wicked grin to her face; now this was her element. However, despite the enthusiasm and sheer confidence radiating from both of the two, eventually they both fell. Hunter took down at least eight undead around him before his bloodlust got the better of him and he literally threw himself at the undead. It turns out that isn't as good an idea as he had thought, and he soon found himself held down on the ground by several undead soldiers. Lilith, on the other hand, was doing fantastically. Everytime an undead went to hit her, it found her on the other side of itself, teasing it before finally cutting its head off with both her daggers. She repeated this several times, but due to the energy her blinking took out of her she quickly found herself exhausted, and once that had happened she went down rather easily. Sven's fight was going about as well as Hunter and Lilith's was, if that. He couldn't seem to find a way to hit his opponent. After the kick to the jaw, he was sent back a little bit, slowing down and skidding to stop himself. He could taste blood from that attack, and he didn't like it one bit. Crudely spitting out a little of the blood onto the floor, he was now realizing how stupid he had been with his approach to things. He had used a lot of blood from getting inside of the human district, and even more from killing some of the guards within. He was breathing heavily, and was swaying a little as he struggled to stand on his feet. But he wouldn't give up. He couldn't give up; if he did, Cierra was as good as dead. "I'm not going down, I'll never stop trying to kill you, not while Cierra's life is on the line!" he called out. With a sharp cry of pain and effort, he used a huge amount of blood within himself, and from that many, many short spikes appeared from his body, surrounding his body with a thorny armour of bone as he threw himself at Nickel, raising his arm up ready to strike as he did so.
*Lazy* Cure!
Glen stopped for a moment. So, it seemed he wasn't the only one that was going with a bit of defence. He had one advantage over Krowley, one thing Krowley would never have. He had Aatarsiluan might on his side, no amount of wind would stop him! Leaning back, he then brought his arm back over his head rather quickly and hurled his keyblade at Krowley as it ricocheted towards his opponent. Glen used Strike Raid!
Claiming 7 :/
Gexln looked around at everyone there. It seemed like, if everybody pitched in, they would have enough, or at this rate anyway. Now some kid with a weird keyblade had turned up and a random woman had stated she'd help. "Hooray for the random townspeople helping" he said dryly. Flashing a cocky grin, Gexln held a sort of thumbs up gesture. "Don't worry R, if we don't get enough people I'll just fight hard enough to cover at least ten of us, and Xero's got the other half covered. So, we'll be good" he said, almost entirely convinced he could handle the agents. "And don't worry about Xero not being able to do it, she's stronger than she looks, and I'll protect her no matter what the cost" Gexln said, a somewhat serious tone to his voice as he said, although the cockiness was certainly still there.
After finally recovering from the shock of being kissed by Emma, Callum abruptly shoved her away. "Don't you touch me" he said, a low grumble to his voice as he spoke. If there truly was a personal bubble, one thing that was certain was Callum did not like having it invaded. Although, not everything about the girl was disliked, he did like the slicing of the cop's hand. The cop wasn't a friend by any means to the emotional wreck, so seeing his hand get cut open was something he almost found amusing. Almost. "Cutting people isn't going to get anything achieved, so cut it out. Don't get me wrong, I love the idea, but depending on why the **** we're here, I get the feeling it might be better if we're, y'know, alive" he said to Emma as she was taken out of the room. Walking up to the man that had first aid training now, he took a much closer look at the ID he had provided. "So, Derek Sykes, mind telling us why we've been brought here? That letter, for all its formal wording, didn't really give us any ideas" he said. The boy was up in Derek's face, standing very close to him and glaring as he spoke. If Callum had had any sort of joy before, which was very unlikely, there was no doubt that it was completely gone now.
Glen felt his pants be caught alight, and instinctively he stopped, dropped, and rolled on the ground. The fire, now put out, had hurt a bit but there was no severe damage done. He had no desire to have that happen again, that was for sure. Actually using some kind of strategy, he held up his keyblade, and don't ask me how but miraculously it started raining in the battlefield. Glen used April Showers!
Glen heard Eon move before the attack connected. Not too absorbed in his own ego, the keyslinger rolled out of the way quite swiftly before he was hit. He didn't avoid it completely, however, as his shoulder took the hit, but majority of it narrowly missed him. Turning around and holding his keyblade up in an aggressive posture, he shot a half cocky/half annoyed grin in Eon's direction. "Pretty low move refusing to hit somebody until their back's turned. Haven't grown any balls yet, Eon?" he taunted, swinging his weapon at Eon as it was engulfed in fire, using his Fire Strike.
Hot damn that no photo submitted text got me hot and sweaty. *Sora* won my vote here, easily.
Glen looked around. He had no idea how he had gotten there, but he had been magicked to a collisseum. More importantly, why was he there? He was wondering all this and more, but one thought suddenly popped into his mind as he looked at his surroundings. In the distance, he could see a body. Brutally ripped in half, it seemed, was the corpse of Kross. This was the vision he had seen. One thing was certain here, he wouldn't simply be knocked out if he lost; this was life and death. "Hey, Krowley, right?" he said. He summoned his keyblade, causing it to appear in his hand with a faint yellow glow. "You know, I don't really know you, but from what I hear, you're a reasonably powerful guy. Damn, the order just won't be the same when I cut down one of it's strongest members" he said, dashing forward before Krowley could move due to his impressive speed stat. His keyblade glowing a deep, dark purple as he raised it, he spun and attempted to slam the keyblade hard into Krowley, using poison edge. Glen used Poison Edge! He hopes it will be super effective!
Spoiler After many, many months of gruelling torture and driving me even further past the brink of insanity, the dark lord has fallen.[DOUBLEPOST=1405911554][/DOUBLEPOST]Unequipping Hidden Dragon, Equipping the keyblade Elementary, going to unequip the accessory White Fang, and purchase and equip Holy Circlet All in all, his magic should be 9(+0), speed should be 21.5(+2), AP should be 16/19(+2), strength is 35(+4), defence is 6.75(+2) Also, elementals get bent, 50% resistance to elements. Hell yeah. ALSO (final change I promise) I'm going to unequip Fire Strike, and then equip April Showers. Glen is now dirt poor with only 100 munny.
So, things hadn't seemed to get any better for Callum Crux. With every passing moment, he found himself wondering more and more why he had even come. He should have just stayed home, or gone to school, but no; he had made the decision to come. Once, he had made a decision, many years ago, to continue living. To not give up completely on life, to keep wading through the sorrow, pain and despair, no matter how bad it got. Boy did he regret that right then, but despite everything Callum was a man of his word. "Points for creativity, but I don't remember being a little **** or killing social situations being counted as hobbies. Now, if you excuse me.." Callum said, voice trailing off as he reached over and took the knife. This wasn't the first time he had played the game, not by a long shot. He wasn't allowed to kill himself or allow himself to die, but he had made no promises about self injury. With a speed that put most people playing to shame, Callum expertly placed the knife in between each of his fingers and did exactly what he was supposed to do flawlessly. Once he had finished, he stood up straight and placed the knife back on the table. "Sorry for not singing, it's never been my thing" he said simply. Looking around at the others, he tilted his head on an angle slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that most of you here would love nothing more than watching me bleed. Well, I aim to please. Wouldn't want to 'kill the mood', would I?" he asked. Picking up the knife once again, he spread out his hand slightly and with a quick movement, he sliced open his ring finger. Using the same knife to cut part of his shirt, he then wrapped it around his now-quickly-bleeding finger, put down the knife, turned around, and walked back over to sit down. The pain helped distract him from the aggression he was feeling within, and helped to keep him quiet and not starting any more problems.
Hunter was genuinely surprised that Orpheus had accepted the deal, but he sure as hell didn't believe it. If there was anybody that knew how worthless somebody's word was, it was him. If he were in Orpheus' position, he'd probably either outright kill them all or give them some sort of hope and then crush it right in front of them, but so far he seemed to be doing neither of those things. What a missed opportunity, he thought to himself. Things were only about to get worse from there though, as Gwen began her lecture. He tried to listen, he really did(not) but he just couldn't help himself. Right as his mind recognised it as a lecture, it immediately censored the words and came out as a string of words that could not possibly be understood. Watching her mouth moving, he found himself wondering all kinds of things. First he wondered what her favourite colour was, then he wondered what kind of animals she liked, and then finally how long this would go on. He could feel himself being almost forced to care about somebody else, and that was not on. No amount of boring lectures would ever be allowed to do that, he'd rather die. Unsheathing his sword, he raised it in front of him. please, please just make it stop! he thought to himself as he prepared to run himself through the gut. Thankfully, it was at that point Gwen made the comment about not knowing why she had ever admired Hunter. Those were practically the only words that got through his thick skull. "Weeeeeeell, I'm dashing, handsome, ridiculously strong, I kill anythin' that gets in my way, and to top it all off, I am the most entertaining man you'll ever meet in ya life" he responded, ever the egotistical man. He thought about it for a second. Something was wrong, something wasn't right, almost like he had lied there. He wasn't dashing, who even used that word anymore? "Okay, forget dashing, let's just turn it into awesome" he said, emphasising the word at the end. Lilith blinked twice, looking at Beuce. What she had just heard, was the most amount of swearing she had ever heard in her lifetime. Part of her was a little surprised in all honesty, and part of her loved the way his foul little mind worked. "Have you ever thought about becoming a sailor? You've got the mouth for it. Buuuuuut that's not going to get you your marker back is it?" the girl teased. Blinking away from him, she carefully held up the marker and balanced it on her index finger. "Such a delicate little thing, why's it even so precious to you? I mean, it's a lovely marker, and I love taking just about anything but...it's still just a marker, nothing special about it" she stated, now flicking it up and catching it in her hand. "Although if you want it back that badly, I suppose I should give it back huh" she said, mischevious tone in her voice, before blinking over to Beuce and pulling his pants out just a bit (boy it was hot there), and dropping the marker down with a wicked little laugh at the end. Reaching out with both his hands, Sven simply pushed the lustor back a bit, about a metre away from him. "So you're not one of them, but you're still stupid enough to threaten me? Normally I could let this slide, hell I probably still could, but you, stupid, picked a really bad time to piss me off. My friend's life is on the line, and I don't have time for this ****. If you won't tell me what I want to know, I'll just have to beat it out of you!" Sven said. Choosing now to use his lustor power, from out of his knuckles expanded three boney claws on each hand, much as they would look if he were wolverine, and he shot both his hands forward with ridiculous speed. Had he expected to hit, he was very much wrong. One moment his opponent was there, the next he was not, he was on the other side of the room. He's fast, very fast he thought to himself. His response to this action was to simply run forward a little bit and attack him with a slash both towards his torso and his legs. He couldn't go all out on this one, he had to keep him alive, so his combat abilities were severely limited.
Callum was not expecting the hit to the back of the head. Not prepared, he fell forward and hit the ground with a loud thud, helplessly putting his hands in front of him to stop some of the pain of the fall. With a bit of a grunt, the boy got up, only for the cop to snuff out his cigarrette and demand more. "The hell is wrong with both of you? One of you assaults me, and the other's trying to mug me for my cigs? Don't deny it, I can see that look in your eyes. Most of you here have it, that look of dislike, of hatred, I've seen it every day of my life. I bet you even-" Callum stopped talking, interrupted by the sound of somebody singing. Not singing some ridiculously happy song, of all things they were singing about a knife game. Fantastic, another damn psycho in here he thought to himself. "If you think I'm going to simply hand over my only method of relief in here you've got another thing coming" he said, responding to Damien. Looking back at his assaulter, he decided to address her next. "You want to get back to your brother quickly? Go play that stupid game. I doubt you can name any of our hobbies, so that's your only shot. Hell, maybe we'll get lucky and you'll lose a finger or two. It'd sure make my day a hell of a lot entertaining"
"Black Creek? That's the name of your homeworld? Geez, even the name of the place sounds horrible, no wonder you turned out like that!" he taunted again, very much risking his life in the process. He was cut off rather quickly by Karina rushing to attack him with a bombardment of attacks, but Glen wasn't so stupid he didn't know his way around a battle. As each attack came, he simply guarded with his keyblade. Again and again he parried the attack, you'd better believe he spammed the **** out of that thing, until finally his keyblade was knocked out of his hands and Karina was rushing towards him with Barrier Surge. His life flashing before his eyes, Glen knew he had been bested. There was nothing he could do to save himself now, as he was disarmed and couldn't reach his keyblade in time, and he couldn't help but admire Karina, who had managed to defe- wait a minute, this is Kingdom Hearts. Summoning his keyblade back to his side again, Glen once again used guard, before he spun and struck out with a darkness-infused keyblade, using Poison Edge.
Username: Gexln Character Name: Richard Arch Age: 19 and a half Gender: Male Appearance: Spoiler Bio: Richard and his brother were once very, very close. Unfortunately, they also had a knack for stealing things, and getting into trouble. This wasn't a problem, until he stole from the Escravo family. The moment they had taken the object of interest away from that family was the moment their lives changed forever. They were hunted down by the parents of that family, sadistic murderers more stubborn than you could possibly imagine, until the point that they both found themselves cornered in an alleyway. While Sven was held back by humans, unable to help at all, Richard did not get the same luxury. He was brutally assaulted, stabbed, and cut in several places to the point all that was left after the deed was done was a bloody corpse. Thankfully, Richard was not human, he was a lustor, and a lustor with the power of regeneration. Over the next week and a half, his body began slowly fixing itself, not being completely dead. After he got up, Richard made a decision. He would not tell Sven of his survival, and he would not return to a life of thievery. The old Richard had died that day, of that he was sure. The thing that had risen, the boy that had not died, was a creature of hatred, a creature wanting nothing but vengeance, and an altogether more cruel, murderous and extremely determined killer. Primary Power*: Empathy - Through touch, is able to sway their emotions. To begin with, this does not have much effect and could only go so far as causing someone to moderately dislike somebody/like somebody etc, and only lasts for about an hour before wearing off completely. Inherited Power*: Regeneration - Provided his body and mind is not completely dead, Richard will heal. His body fixes itself,repairing any damage he has suffered. -limit: Cannot do this in combat. Weapon: Sword and the knife he has in his picture. This knife belonged to the Escravo family, and was the knife that was used to "kill" Richard. Starting Location: Human District Other: Is Sven's brother. Yeah, I got bored. Also he has a cat that tends to follow him around, named Elvira. Theme: Here Oh wow what a fantastic character sheet Gexln, accepted! Why thank you me! I will do a great job of rping I promise! (seriously if there's a problem with the power or anything Myst just message me)
Hunter mocked an expression of hurt, as though he were offended. "But Ginger, I'm never aggressive! I am offended you would say such a thing! " he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "If you wanna intimidate somebody, there are a few things ya need to learn. First thing is, don't contradict yourself by telling somebody not to be aggressive, in an aggressive tone. The second is, well...you kinda gotta be scary to that person. And you ain't scary, you're like...it's almost like this kid's stuffed bear found a bow and called itself an archer, you get what I mean?" he asked, half giving genuine advice but at the same time mocking her openly in front of the others. As the deal was offered to Orpheus, Hunter took a step back in shock. Did she seriously think he'd accept the deal? "No way is he gonna accept that deal, he could just kill the rest of you lot, force the healer to, y'know, heal, and then just pull back his forces before I get to 'him. He's got no reason to accept that deal, even for you this is kinda crazy" the man said, his ego as easy to see as the moon in the night sky. Once he had finished talking, he crossed his arms and gave a slight smirk. "But if he agrees to not try to murder us, I'll hold off on my own murder for a lil bit" he lied. Lilith had remained there the entire time, practically timing how long it took Beuce to realize she had taken his marker. "Gangbanged by a box of markers? Come on, surely you can do better than thaaaaat. Like, that wasn't even insulting in the slightest. Come ooon, insult me like you mean it, throw your worst names at me, or I'll get there and waste all of what's left of your marker" the girl said, taunting Beuce. She paid little attention to what was going on with Orpheus, having found a new source of entertainment for the moment. Adding to the bait, she poked her tongue out at him in a vulgar fashion. Sven stood there for a brief period of time, nodding his head and murmuring something as though he were considering his options. With another nod towards the man before him, he turned and walked out of the house. The very second he got outside, he spun on his heels and walked back inside. With a mock bow, he opened his mouth to speak. "Hello, slightly-bigger-shitstain. You're going to accept the deal I offered and tell me where your ****ing chief is, because I'm tired of your **** and if you say no I'm going to murder each and every human in here until I find the chief, do you understand? Drop your act, nobody's fallin' for it. You're just a pathetic little human, and either you tell me what I want to know or I'm going to beat it out of you. Do I have your attention yet?" he asked, his voice growing slightly more aggressive with each word spoken.
Hunter simply appeared in an area filled with clouds and a train station, complete with a train travelling around in a circuit. The train station was way out of place, but the clouds could only suggest one thing. Either he had died from a weak hit to the head, or he was unconscious and lost in the realm of character inactivity. As he was walking along, attempting to figure out how he was going to get out of this mess, an old man suddenly appeared in front of him in a puff of smoke. This man had a long, grey beard, and looked as though he was so old he should be dead but somehow wasn't. Raising an eyebrow, Hunter decided to get straight to the point. "Okay, let's keep this quick. Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my subconsciousness?" he questioned. The old man stood still for a moment. What was he doing in Hunter's subconsciousness? The last thing he remembered was fighting off a fire demon, and then he had been dragged down by it after defeating it and had simply appeared here, of all places? "My name is Gandalf the Grey, and I am here to impart some words of wisdom to you to help you on your journey" he spoke, his words booming with authority and importance. "Yeah no thanks, ain't nobody got time for dat" came the response from Hunter as he began walking away. He would have proceeded, but the sky grew very dark indeed above him. From the clouds came a huge bolt of lightning, hitting the ground just in front of the murderer. As the smoke from the lightning subsided, Gandalf was standing there once more. "YOU SHALL NOT PASS" Hunter sighed. Clearly he wasn't going to get his way until the old man had said what he had come to say. "Fine, whatever, go ahead and give me these words of wisdom" "I expect you now realize that you and Feo have been connected by something other than fate. Since that fight all those hours ago" "So it's true then? A part of my murderous hatred for him lives within me, doesn't it?" "Did. It was destroyed moments ago by none other than your own ego and refusal to give a **** about other human beings. You were the foe he was never meant to fight, Hunter" The two walked over together towards a bench that was conveniently placed, just in front of the train tracks. There, they sat down as Hunter thought about things a little more. He realized what he had to do. "I..I have to go back, don't I?" "Oh, that's up to you" "I have a choice?" "No, I just wanted to get your hopes up to get you back for trying to ignore me before" "Oh. Welll...then...now what?" Hunter had not noticed Gandalf get up and move to stand behind him. The wizard knew of the way to get a person back to reality for sure. By killing them, they would awaken where they were rightfully meant to be. As he prepared to shove Hunter in front of the train that was coming, he was stopped by a hand quickly grabbing his arm. "What do you think you're doin'?" "Nothing, I was simply stretching" "No ya weren't, you was gonna' push me in front of that train, weren't ya?" "Now why would I do that?" "Well, you were probably trying to wake me up from this inactivity" "Ah, but by speaking and talking as we are, you have done that yourself, have you not?" "Wow, you're right! Thanks Gandalf, now I have no reason not to do this!" In one swift movement, Hunter stood up, grabbed Gandalf by the waist, and shoved him in front of the oncoming train. In a matter of moments, Gandalf was...well, let's just say he wasn't there anymore. Satisfied, Hunter turned and began leaving the station, before he suddenly stopped himself as a thought occurred to him. "Without that train, how the hell do I get out of here?" he wondered. It took him a moment to think of the solution. "Right, subconsciousness. Stupid bullshit, making me do things. No wonder there's a damn echo in here" Hunter said out loud, simply willing himself to awaken now. Sitting up with a start, Hunter got to his feet quite quickly as he saw Jedediah talking to Orpheus. More obvious than that though, was Lilith, the girl that stole anything not nailed down, and the hot-headed guy from before. "If you two are here, that's gotta mean there's trouble 'round here. I'm itchin' to crack some skulls, who wants to murder some zombies?" he questioned, before noticing Gwen was nearby. He hadn't seen her face, but he still recognised her instantly. "Ginger, did ya close the kill count gap while I was asleep?" he asked.
Gexln began feeling a little more at ease now, noticing that people other than himself were starting to pay attention. "Fate of all the worlds resting on this, probably extremely dangerous even if it does work, a showdown with some of the most powerful things to ever exist, and a chance to end this godforsaken war? Just try and stop me from being involved" Gexln stated, the cocky and half serious tone of voice as evident as ever as he spoke. He had had experience with dives to the heart, in both his own and others, so he felt reasonably sure it would work. Yet, at the same time, this was not just a simple dive to the heart, this was an attempt to prove their worth to the X-Blade. Would it accept somebody like him, after everything he had done? Would this powerful weapon tolerate being wielded by a Nobody with the element of darkness? Caleb turned to look at the person that had spoken near him. The appearance was unfamiliar, and the voice seemed a tiny bit different, but there was no mistaking who it was. "I, too, will fight. It's time we put an end to this war and the casualties it has brought" he said simply. He spoke with great conviction in his voice, as though he was sure of himself. There were few times Caleb had been as determined as he was at that moment. When he got like that, there was precious little that stood in his way. "I once thought of you as a villain, R. I heard of the things you had done to Satsujin's family, and wanted nothing more than your death. After meeting you and seeing you in person though, I see I was mistaken. Lead us to this victory, and let us bring the dawn of a new day in this time of darkness" he said, ever the dramatic warrior. Juliet stepped forward next to her father now. She had stood there, without a word, for the entire time. There had been no need for her to speak. Upon arriving on Crystallis, she had quickly encountered R and been brought there with the others, and she was now glad that she had. The girl had been planning to speak with Gexln, to attempt to convince him to step out of the war so that she might finally know what it was like to have a father, but after hearing about the X-Blade and thinking about things, she had realized that things there were bigger than her. She had another decision to make. Either she helped with the X-Blade and obtaining it to defeat the agents, or she backed out and tried to preserve what remained of a normal life. Regardless of her choice, one thing was certain; there was no going back. It was not a difficult decision, however. She had her father's blood running in her veins, and the idea of a fight was one that excited her and made her almost look forward to an all-or-nothing battle. "Let's kick some ass and get this X-Blade thing" the young keyblade warrior spoke, confirming her participation in the dive.
