Symphonic NIGHTMARE| Lit.Kingdom Hearts| Need Sages!

[Fallen Archangel Az]

If you're sick like me, there's no stopping now.
Try to break it up and just let it out.

I'm so sick of me, being sick of you.
And the way you look, all the things you do.
You drive me crazy, drive me crazy.

Raziel had no idea that there was already another guest in the vicinity, given he had his back turned in the direction they had appeared. Nor did he realize his presence had brought in lesser Phobias, or perhaps they had just become such a commonplace he hadn't noticed their arrival on queue with his. Either way, it was the sound of their shrieks..? Maybe that's what they were, echoing through the small enclosed area with their bulky bodies thudding against the stone ground after getting knocked about by something with incredible force. Given the sound of metal smacking against them gave him the alert long before the voice of his guest did. There was no acknowledgement until the being did finally address him, however. Although he did not turn to completely face his univited meddler, vicious eyes looking over his shoulder to what he believed to be a female. Quite possibly...but her exterior build did equal his own. If anything, above all else, his minor curiousity peaked enough to turn to face his visitor to get a better look. He had very little discretion as far as observing...yes, this female. Although now that he had indentified correctly the gender of this persona, he had little interest in tangling with them given he was only after Fantasians.

Of course he couldn't know of this woman's importance yet, when he eventually would then that would be a completely new story. With little other recognition than that, Raziel turned his back towards the muscular woman again. Such a barbaric way to refer to those lesser Nightmares, is that what they were known in the Waking Realms? Although he couldn't deny the somewhat uncanny resemblance and certainly amount of cognitive activity going on within each. Although she did seem to have already brushed with his kind, at least judging by how she just pummeled her way through the slowly, but steadily, growing group of Phobias in the Third District. It was barely enough to continue his interest in her still, however, but why not try to communicate with the lower Waking Realm beings for a little bit. Maybe she knew the location of his very sought after Heir.

"I will not claim any of them for my own personally, but I suppose they do belong to me as we are all serving under the same King. Does that answer suffice you?"

His tone was quite condescending, it seeemed the knight had taken a shine to treating those of the Waking Realm as if they were nothing but stupid animals. Certainly the notion that these beings seemed so filthy compared to the royalty he had been surrounded with from before didn't help his perception of this woman. Beginning to move forward again after he had been rudely stopped by the female, Raziel aimed to put some space between the two before fully turning to face her. Sharp golden eyes laid upon her again with his ever so emotionless expression resting on his face.

"You sound as if you have already had a brush with these lesser creatures though. Referring to them as potato sacks...then have you been in the presence of the Heir?"

His voice still carried the tune of spite and disgust towards the bulky woman, of course he didn't know whether or not the woman actually had come into contact with other NIghtmares or the Heir for that matter. But his resolution was simple. If she said no, then he would leave and allow her to become overrun by Phobias. Eventually, even with the physical might she clearly exuded, the woman wouldn't be able to survive forever against an endless barrage of Phobias willing to throw themselves into the fire to serve their purpose. If she said yes, then the Phobias would just have to wait until all the information he could get out of her was spilled. Clenching his fists around what would have seemed to others that had known him as his nearly never removed close range melee weapon. Of course that would be his favorite set of daggers encirling his forearm. Given his stance he was ready for the third unspoken answer, which he assumed would be a battle since it didn't seem that the woman held the grace to answer questions.

"If you haven't seen Luciana, however, then I would prefer for you to quit wasting my time..."

If you were dead or still alive.
I don't care, I don't care.
Just go and leave this all behind.
Cause I swear, I don't care.

[Hideaki Dragon]

Fane Krtheus
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Narrowing her eyes she didn't like how the creature spoke to her one bit. Listening to what the male was talking about she shrugged not having any idea what he was going on about. She frowned clearly annoyed at the male's condescending attitude. She was going to make herself heard, despite her new patience she still was a bit of hot head,

"Heir? Nope haven't heard of her and I doubt you are working with Hades, but I don't like your attitude," said Fane swatting one of the Phobia at the arrogant man. She decided she didn't like him and now he's failing in her eyes. The Phobia reminded her of the Heartless that showed up in her world before, they were rather irritating seeing as her weapons did nothing to them.

Still with the growing number of Phobia coming she had a growing suspicion that the male was rather cowardly. She felt like she'd be stuck fighting minions again. This was like going after Hades, hordes of minions that need a good pummeling. With an annoyed sigh she kept her hammer readied with two hands. She didn't like where this was headed and it seemed like a losing situation. Then again she was rather bull headed, she'd fight until she couldn't anymore.

"So I'm wasting your time? I've never seen these lumpy creatures, but they seem to go down easier than the Heartless. I am going to take a stab at the fact you are probably here to cause trouble," said Fane smugly ready to make a dash past the Phobia and bash that arrogant b*****d in the face.








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Location: Traverse Town -Third District
Action:Fighting Phobia/Questioning Raziel
With:Raziel

[Fallen Archangel Az]

If you're sick like me, there's no stopping now.
Try to break it up and just let it out.

I'm so sick of me, being sick of you.
And the way you look, all the things you do.
You drive me crazy, drive me crazy.

Raziel huffed, given had he still had his back turned the flying Phobia probably would have collided with him. Not so much that he had both this muscular woman and his lesser companions within his front line of vision. Eyes narrowed the Nightmare braced himself with arms raised, defensively for now, as the Phobia came closer to him. All the while he hung on to every word that slipped from the woman's mouth. He served nobody by the name of Hades...and now it had been confirmed that the woman didn't know who the Heir was. Clearly she was going to be no use to him other than to drag him into a pointless battle she could not win. But first things first, and the first thing was to deal with this Phobia that was nearly upon him as he raised his bladed weaponss of choice upwards with fists still clenched tightly. Not a moment too soon as the Phobia seemed to stop in mid-air, the creatures bulky body covering his frame, well all except for his feet which were still clearly planted firmly on the ground.

There was no mercy for the willing punching bag as the Nightmare's blades tore deeply into the flesh of his lesser. Holding the wailing beast as he began to ruthlessly twist one hand slowly, torturing the single-track minded creature with needless pain with sick joy at the sight of it's putrid discolored black blood pouring out from the open wound. If that was enough to change his demeanor from the condescending b*****d he had already shown to the woman that he was, to the now manic bloodthirsty monster he had become from his transition from Fantasian to Nightmare. Despite the woman running towards him with full-force, keen to rearrange his face for his attitude he had taken with her, the Nightmare couldn't take his eyes away from the sight of the Phobia's blood as a vicious grin finally broke across his face. Now he felt like playing with this woman if she insisted to have a battle with an enemy she did not yet understand. Despite the creature continued to flail against his blades at the excruciating pain, Raziel only relinquished the beast of one of his blades as he ripped it free from the creature's bulky body.

"For that I am happy you don't...it was never my intent to make friends with cretins of these filthy Waking Realms. I was not here to cause you trouble, specifically, but since you seem to refuse to save yourself...I suppose I'm in the mood to play with you a little now."

He sneered, the smirk remaining on his with his expression having changed to that of superiority to one of bloodthirsty hunger as he drew back the arm that the Phobia was still mercilessly impaled to. With no warning the Nightmare swung his arm forward with all the force he could muster considering the bulky Phobia attatched to it, the creature's body tearing free from his arm daggers as he hurled the beast right back at the woman. His whip-like tail swayed from side to side as Raziel soon moved into a crouched position, one arm in front of his face with the other behind as his tongue traced along the edge of one of his bloodied blades. Bitter in taste, but it was a rush nonetheless that would only drive him to draw something in sweeter quality out. Despite the primitive beings of the Waking Realms, perhaps their blood would be delictable beyond belief. That would be enough to prompt slaying of them as well, beyond what his original target was of his once fellow comrades.

"These..'potato sacks' are just the beginning of the Waking Realm's demise. Know our breed as Nightmares...and address me as Raziel..it may be the first and last time you will ever utter it."

If you were dead or still alive.
I don't care, I don't care.
Just go and leave this all behind.
Cause I swear, I don't care.

[The Wolfe of YHWH]

"Iron Man". That's kind of catchy. It's got a nice ring to it.

They say that the best weapon is the one you never have to fire.
I respectfully disagree. I prefer the weapon you only have to fire once.

Hello. My name is Tony Stark. But you can call me the most amazing human being alive, good-lookin'.

Tony's life flashed in front of his eyes. His childhood, everything his father left him, running Stark Industries, becoming Iron Man, all of it. Somehow, in trying to get the monster's attention Tony had pinched a wire or something and the suit locked up. He was left staring into the maw of the beast as it rushed towards him, and he had a chilling brush with his own mortality. Then he was yanked backwards. He heard the girl talking to him and tried to thank her, but the microphone inside his helmet wasn't working and she was too far away to hear him. Tony frantically tried to diagnose the problem, but even the computer systems were acting up.
"Crap, crap, crap. Where's Rhodey when I need him?" Tony muttered as he lay on the ground, futilely scrambling to force the system to work.
That became a much more difficult task when Sylvia shouted over the transceiver. Tony stayed absolutely still for quiet a while while the ringing in his ears died down. While he did, he had something of an epiphany--in a locked down suit, Tony was nothing but a liability. If he could get out of the suit, he could help the kids fight by rigging up some sort of projectile weapon and fix the suit later. Getting out of the suit in its current state was easier said than done, though.

My bond is with the people, and I will serve this great nation at the pleasure of myself.
If there's one thing I've proven it's that you can count on me to pleasure myself.

I'm not crazy, Pepper. I just finally know what I have to do. And I know in my heart that it's right.

[Hideaki Dragon]

Fane Krtheus
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"Waking Dreams? I don't know what you are talking about. You are one crazed puppy. Perhaps I can scramble your brains enough to fix it," said Fane whacking the Phobia out of the way. It seemed she was going to have a bit of fun with Raziel.

"My name is Fane Krytheus, you'll do well to remember my name as you travel the Styx," said Fane grinning wildly as she charged the male gripping her Phoca with two hands as she went for a crushing blow. If she missed she was going to swing the hammer back hoping to knock the male back into a wall so she could wail on him.

Laughing as she swung the heavy hammer her red eye seemed to sparkle with excitement. She lived for this moment, battling was in her blood and gave the satisfying feeling of ecstasy. She couldn't help but study her opponent making a note to not give him any openings close up. That dagger weapon looked real nasty if it got to her. She still needed to be on her toes seeing as she didn't know what this mysterious Raziel could do.









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Location: Traverse Town - Third District
Action: Fighting
With: Raziel

[Elemental Ave]

A V E A L - L U T T O N W I N G

There were a multitude of things that just pissed him off all at the same time. One of them being that he had not kicked this boy halfway across the scenery yet, and another being the newcomer that bellowed out to them, the way he spoke annoyed him half to death. Snapping out of his mood was more difficult that he had imagined, though once he had noticed Luciana throwing herself into danger, he was immedately inclined to take her away from the boys Keyblade.
No danger of any kind would fall to the Princess while he was alive.

Forcing both Keyblade and Lucianas hand - the ladder much more lightly - away from his leg, he rushed behind the Princess, picking her up once more. A trail of feathers was left behind the two, as they appeared Eleven feet to the left of the newcomer. Setting Luciana on the floor, giving her a stern 'Dont get up this time' sort of look before stepping in front of her, setting his gaze on the newcomer.
And of course, even after leaving his general area, the Zeke fellow was still annoying him, this time just by speaking.

Aveal ignored the newcomers words, his question was not one worth taking the time to answer. And if he knew any better, the Princess would answer it for him. It wasn't entirely nessesary for a Bodyguard to get involved in discussions. Disputes were more his forte, disputes with kicking.

L O C A T I O N - Olympus - Underworld

[Fallen Archangel Az]

If you're sick like me, there's no stopping now.
Try to break it up and just let it out.

I'm so sick of me, being sick of you.
And the way you look, all the things you do.
You drive me crazy, drive me crazy.

There was at least one advantage the Nightmare had above the hammer wielding female. That of course would be his golden-colored wings. Although he didn't think he would have any need to take the woman at such a disadvantage if she was but a creature of the Waking Realms. Already crouched in a defensive position, hands no longer clenched, Raziel could see the head on collision and the direction of her path all to easy. Perhaps she was but a novice at fighting? That or her enemies didn't provide a decent enough challenge for her to improve her ability beyond knocking everything over the head with a hammer. Surely she knew better...or he would just have to show her how futile her struggle would be. With vicious and loathing eyes locked onto her every move the Nightmare simply began to move backwards, using merely a dodging tactic so he could take a jab at her when a clear opening gave way. Aiming as well to tire his opponent if she so chose to keep coming at him like a wild animal with predictable attacks.

"You might want to think about your approach!"

He seethed, crossing his vicious daggers just over his torso to keep that ugly looking spike at the end of her hammer from jabbing into him with her forward thrust. Along with the force of her push did the Nightmare slide a feet feet further backwards as clawed feet dug into the stone ground to force her to an eventual stop with his own brute strength. Given the heel of his left foot was just barely touching the wall of what essentially was but one of the few walls bordering this district, he had still stopped her from completely pinning him up against it. Between their strength alone it seemed to be equal, but again of course..the Nightmare had seen and been through more battles that tested his wit and skill given his protective duty to serve the Fantasian royalty.

"Swinging blindly with hopes of hitting something won't bring you success here, Fane...Now it's my turn!"

He grinned, now beginning to push with his own strength back against his muscular counterpart. Raziel didn't like to be backed up and pelted on against corners after all...so he would do his best to keep her from getting him in such a position during the duration of this fight. Phobias were beginning to crowd around them, hissing and snapping for their chance to join in, of course once Raziel gave the sign to do so. So while he began to slow momentum of forcing her backwards Raziel began to move his arm upwards, pulling her hammer with his weapons as he did so in an attempt to close the gap between them both created by her hammer. He was forcing a way for that opening before throwing his arms completely up and letting his weapons slide from hers with a metallic clink. He had an incredibly short window to make this attack really count before that heavy hammer would come cracking down on his head so he lunged forward, vicious daggers driving forward to find their mark somewhere into the flesh of his opponent.

If you were dead or still alive.
I don't care, I don't care.
Just go and leave this all behind.
Cause I swear, I don't care.

[Strokes of Everything]

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❂ ___*** Lʊҫϊaɳa ❂ Fϊlϊʊʂ ***___ ❂

After a few awkwardly tense moments in the depths of the Underworld, both sides of the conflict finally relaxed from their respective stances, and the Princess let out a shaky sigh of relief in response. The Keyblade wielder backed off quicker than her Fantasian companion, but Luciana wasn't all that surprised that that was the case. Aveal seemed incredibly tense and, frankly, pissed off, and when the Bodyguard got into that kind of a mood, he wasn't one to turn down a fight. Taking a few shaky breaths, the teen tried to steady her breathing and focus her thoughts.

Looking down on the ground, the teen surmised that they could trust this "Zeke," whoever he was, despite his apparent tendency to charge into fights against people he's hardly even met, let alone seen, for longer than ten seconds. But, he seemed to have good intentions to his actions, or at least his girl-crazy heart was making him act that way. She spared a quick glance in his direction, before settling her gaze on where the mysterious voice seemed to emanate from, brow furrowing in confusion as to what to do next. She was 90% sure they didn't have to worry about Zeke as a threat, but the blonde had no clue who the owner of the voice was, much less what the individual was capable of. Luciana knew she'd be more of a hindrance than an advantage if a fight were to start yet again, and this began to send her thoughts spiraling toward uncontrollable anxiety yet again. That was all she was after all, wasn't it? A hindrance. A useless, cowardly girl who had no right to be the Heir of Morpheus. She couldn't help her people. She couldn't help her father. She especially couldn't help her mother. And now, she wasn't really even helping Aveal. The teen started to feel her breath catch in her throat, feeling almost like hyperventilating, until her surroundings changed just as quickly as the movement of a hummingbird's wings.

It was enough to knock the girl from her thoughts, allowing her to turn her attention to where Aveal had set her down once more. She stared back into his stern expression somewhat blankly, her eyes lacking any sign of disagreement but also lacking fear. She had to face the matter at hand-addressing the man standing not too far away from them--and the only way she could do so with some form of decency was to take on a mental state where all her fears and worries were temporarily shoved into a psychological closet, filled to the brim, ready to burst open at any moment.

Peering around Aveal's shoulder, she tried to let a calm yet confident expression appear on her face. "Much to Zeke's dismay, I wasn't in need of rescuing, just a brace of some sort. As to who we are, my name is....Ana. Yes, Ana. Short, sweet, and palindromic. This is my trusted companion, um, Ave. You can call him Angel, if you want. Especially if you use the Spanish pronunciation. And as to why we're here...." the Princess trailed off, mentally wincing at the absolutely awful pseudonyms. She had to admit, though, witnessing someone call Aveal Angel or "Anhel" would be incredibly hilarious, at least until Aveal responded to it. Before things took an awkward amount of time, and before it became obvious she was lying, the blonde basically spit out the first thing that came to mind. And word vomit almost never turns out pretty. "We're down here looking for my cat! Yeah, you know cats, going wherever the heck they want, regardless of the location, decor, or possible threat of demons and or death gods. But I just can't live without Mumbles, and he'd be so scared if he couldn't find his way out. Sorry to bother you...um..." the teen trailed off, not knowing how to properly address their new acquaintance. Sure, it seemed far-fetched, but she wasn't about to just announce the fact that they were there looking for Sages. And if this guy let them alone, she'd have a chance to ask Zeke why he had a Keyblade, and not so subtly hint at her curiosity as to whether he's a Sage or not. Who knows, maybe the other guy was too, and she'd kill two birds with one stone. Two birds with one stone, all while looking for a dumb cat who doesn't even exist.

★May you dream you are d r e a m i n g in a warm soft bed. ★
❂ && may the voices inside you that fill you with dread ❂
★ Make the sound of t h o u s a n d s of angels instead ★
❂ Tonight where you might be laying your head ❂

[Latias Saphira]

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⋌⋋ xx When Xander first advanced towards her, his anger evident, Minoa had absolutely no intention of backing down, no matter what the coward said. She glowered right back at him even as their noses very nearly touched...until the pupils of his eyes suddenly became slitted like a cat's and his bared teeth sharpened. It was then that she felt a true stab of fear, and couldn't help but take a step back as he took his turn to rave at her, claiming he'd been defending them from a separate onslaught of enemies elsewhere. Somehow, Xander's words were causing her to deflate rather than fuel her ire, until she was at the point where she herself was suppressing her own feelings. She was used to guarding herself in the courts of Fantasia, for simple servants were not allowed to speak out of line. She had been too liberal with her feelings, now that she was well away from the palace and the royal family for the first time in her life.

Minoa took a deep breath when Xander had concluded his speech, then abruptly turned on her heel and strode away, her orange cloak swishing around her legs, and she stopped a number of paces away from the little group. She took a few moments to compose herself and realize that she did, in fact, need some degree of help in order to find her way around--and eventually off--this world. After all, there was the chance that Luciana was here, somewhere. There was no telling how large this world was. Resolved to at least ask around about her ward--and to keep her own emotions in check--Minoa returned to the three males and began to pointedly ignore Xander. She missed his remark about why "Shorty" would probably need to stick around, but caught the black mage's harsh words towards the blonde Nobody. To the mage, she said, "I do not believe he is much of a threat, honestly, if he could not even stand up to myself and my pegasus." This, of course, wasn't entirely true: it had been Braum who had fought against Xander. But after the mage's outburst of the Nobody siding with the so-called monsters, she realized he had not seen her commanding a Heartless, and so did not wish to reveal that fact. After a moment, she added, "Besides, I have never heard of this Neo-Organization XIII; he may very well have made it up."

Suddenly realizing the only person's name she knew was the very one she had no wish to converse with, Minoa turned towards the man clad in green. "You already know my name, but I do not know yours, and you cannot speak. Is you name something that is some sort of object?" It was unlikely, but there was always the chance. And so a ridiculous game of charades began, in which Minoa found herself suggesting names that were not even names. This went on for a good five minutes, with both parties starting to become exasperated, when the young man spotted something nearby: a pocket watch on a chain.

Minoa raised a brow slightly. "Your name cannot be Watch," she said in disbelief, and was rewarded with a shake of his head. He focused on the chain, indicating the metal links. "Oh, I do not know...Gold? Metal? Chain?" And, finally: "Link?" When his face lit up slightly, Minoa felt a sense of relief. "Alright, so your name is Link. Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, and I suppose lucky for me, all things considering."

Still ignoring Xander, the blonde woman looked between Link and the black mage from Ivalice. "Neither of you have any obligation to me, but if you could lend me your help, I would be very grateful. I am...searching for someone. My sister. We were separated somehow, and I have no idea where she is or how to find her, except to ask around wherever I can. I have already seen that I am not well-suited to fighting the monsters of this world, so..." She trailed away. She was confident in her current abilities, but the Heartless they had just killed were too fast for Braum, and Penn was not a good fighter. She did need help.

And she did need a new creature to fight alongside her.

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You can't see this~

[Noh_N4me]

Cɦiϩaʈ☯
☯ɠaϩawaɽa

"It is truly regrettable that a person

will treat a man who is valuable to him well,

and a man who is worthless to him, poorly."

~ Hojo, Shigetoki

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The samurai leaned back with a hand on his hip and raised his eyebrows, changing his lazy, unamused expression to one of lazy, but provoked, annoyance. Really, the sheer pretentiousness in that teenager's voice was enough to almost make Chisa narrow his eyes for the offense. Should it have been any other occasion on the street, he would have been justified to walk up and cut the young man down for disrespect. A punishment that he would indeed administer should that attitude problem persist.

But there was mention of princesses and mystics... Chisa eyed the other two. Surely enough, the man with unnaturally white hair lifted the girl in his arms and disappeared, magically re-appearing on ground much closer. But there was no change in Chisa's expression nor his posture, gods and demons abound, such sorcery was quickly becoming commonplace for some reason. The man, perhaps the girl's retainer, maintained a similar stone-face. But even though his lips were frozen in place, his eyes could not hide his sour glare. It would be clear that Chisa would not easily gain this wizard's compliance very easily.

And the girl, her eyes were like a frightened animal, shielding itself with a veil of ferocity and confidence like cornered prey. She spoke on her own behalf, a true mistake, for Chisa's sharp ears could hear the subtle uncertainty in her voice as she introduced herself and her servant, mentioning 'Spanish' as if to distract him. This made him narrow his eyes slightly, sending Angel a clear message that she was not convincing him. In fact, she was being a little offensive, trailing off to invent her story of cats and things. It was deplorable, her servant was not representing her properly and speaking for her sake, letting her embarrass herself before a complete stranger.

Typical of Westerners

All these judgements were compressed into the span of a few breaths as Chisa closed his eyes to consider his demands. He wasn't truly interested in knowing who any of them were or what they were up to, all that mattered was that they left. His objective would be completed, and he would have less obligations to the quite seemingly treacherous Hades.

"What business either of you-" He unamusedly glanced at both Ana's party and Zeke, assuming they were separate from each other. "-have here, whether it's searching for your pet or misinterpreting the situation, is none of my concern. However, you are trespassing in a domain who's lord does not wish for your intrusion. I must ask the three of you to leave and conduct your affairs elsewhere." He turned and focused his gaze on Ana, "If your cat is found, I will let it outside where you may catch him." He looked at Zeke from the corners of his eyes, "I won't interfere with your dispute with these people... As long as it stays outside."

That last word was emphasized with the firing of a stiff glare at the keyblade-wielder to indicate Chisa's conditions... And also as a response for his aforementioned disrespect.

[Obsessing Over Characters :: ]

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xxxx『Pain exists in the mind.

xxxxxJealousy.
xxxxxxxxxxxxEnvy.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxLoneliness.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFrustration.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxRage.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxGuilt.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOnly exist in the heart.』

[Hideaki Dragon]

Fane Krtheus
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"You are pretty strong for a talkative fairy," grunted Fane glaring at the horned male as he managed to push her back. Her gaze hardened as she felt her weapon was free from Raziel's assault and she had his wicked blades on his hand going for her gut. She was able to stop it's but she got grazed as she grabbed his wrist and grinned as she wielded her hammer with her right hand and swung at the male's legs.

"You seem to underestimate me, I was testing yer strength. Seems I got to get serious with ya," said Fane grinning like mad. If her hit connected she was going to slam Raziel into the ground and prepare to smash his wings. She wasn't a fool, if she took out his aerial advantage he'd be forced to stay on the ground. If this happened she would soon know if the male could float or not.

Sparing a quick glance at her gut she saw she was bleeding, but it didn't appear too deep. She knew she would have to be more careful now that she knew his strength was equal to hers. This wasn't for fun, but it was a life or death struggle. If she made mistakes she would pay dearly for each mistake. She didn't have any healing skills, and if she failed she'd be at the mercy of all of the Phobia.

The pressure she felt was intense, but her adrenaline high was much higher. She was used to the pressure, but she knew better than to let her opponent know. She needed to keep her opponent in the dark for as long as possible. Let your opponent make his own mistakes and punish him every single time, that was what her mentor used to tell her.









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Location: Traverse Town - Third District
Action: Fighting
With: Raziel

[Fallen Archangel Az]

If you're sick like me, there's no stopping now.
Try to break it up and just let it out.

I'm so sick of me, being sick of you.
And the way you look, all the things you do.
You drive me crazy, drive me crazy.

A talkative fairy?
Wherever that name came from...it seemed most random at best, but she didn't seem to be the type as versed in literacy as himself...given of course he had no choice but to speak properly in the presence of royalty. Through his attack the Nightmare knew he had left himself quite open for attack, but he figured she would have been far too slow to react quickly enough to him. Unfortunately for the Nightmare that was not the case as his dagger didn't hit the mark as deep into the bulky woman as much as he had anticipated. Gritting his fanged teeth, and in a moment of foolishness Raziel seemed to forget that the woman did in fact have another hand whih held her weapon. Wrenching backwards the Nightmare began to pull the wrist she had a hold of while his own free arm came belting down to anything he could hit on her with his wicked dagger. Of course the first area that came to mind to attack was her arm and upwards. With hatred burning in his golden eyes the Nightmare prepared for one final swing aimed at slitting her throat open savegly, stopped only because he had failed to notice her sweeping weapon taking his feet out from under him and the power she followed up with.

With a surprised growl in his throat Raziel soon felt his back hit the cold stone ground and his vision go black from such a punishing connection of his head hitting the ground. Needless to say after that there was a searing and burning pain coming from the back of his head, although it wasn't something he was going to be able to focus on right now as he had this large woman and her hammer about to come bearing down upon him. Quickly he had to regain his composure as he managed to yank away his wrist from her, his sight returning as his tail quickly moved to wrap around the woman's weapon bearing arm.

"It won't be enough to save you anymore...your fate has already been sealed."

He hissed angrily as he decided to return the favor and drive his weapons into her own legs, given he was at their level now before getting himself back up. He had still yet to lose his resolve of cutting the woman into pieces to feed to the Phobias around them.

If you were dead or still alive.
I don't care, I don't care.
Just go and leave this all behind.
Cause I swear, I don't care.

[Latias Saphira]

ღ ღxx Sora examined Mulan with concern, growing more and more worried with every ragged breath Mulan took. She sounded like she was in great pain, and she could barely manage to gasp out that she couldn't breathe. Hardly caring that it would significantly drain his magic power, the brunette murmured, "Cura," watching as a green glow surrounded the young Chinese woman in his arms, mending the broken and cracked ribs that she was suffering from. Unfortunately, the magic wasn't strong enough to completely eliminate her pain; he knew that from experience. But the Curaga spell that would help her more was currently beyond him. This was the best he could do.

Suddenly, a sound rang out, a tinny voice yelling that it and Mushu were coming to help them. It took a moment for Sora to identify the speaker as Silvia, and in that moment, the very girl herself burst through the doors in a cloud of smoke. She and Mushu were both astride Khan.

Silvia then pulled out a slingshot and fired a pebble at the snake.

It might have been funny if the Nightmare wasn't trying to kill them. And if a nearby pillar hadn't suddenly been blasted apart by the impact of the Nightmare's tail and showered them with rubble. Sora stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled, just as Riku had finally managed to teach him to do not two weeks ago, and caught Khan's attention. As he was already running more or less their way to try and escape from the Nightmare, the black war horse altered his course slightly and barrelled towards them, skidding to a stop just in front of Sora and Mulan.

"Silvia, Mulan needs Khan to get outside; she's hurt," he told her, already helping Mulan onto the horse and ignoring any protests she might have been voicing. "You and Mushu can stay and..." His voice trailed away as he looked up at the snake, which was currently baring its fangs at a pillar. He could see a flash of blue behind it and realized Marella was hiding from it. It was her who then called out to him, requesting help. (And what the hell was a Slytherin?) He tried to think, but he was getting tired from everything that had happened and all of the magic he'd used, and every so often he'd feel a small twinge of pain in his chest. What could they do? Their power obviously wasn't enough; the snake was too well-armoured. Silvia's only weapon seemed to be a slingshot. Tony's mechanical suit didn't seem to be functioning like it had before. Marella's water whips could do little more than distract the Nightmare. They had no way of combining their powers, from what he could see. And if the Nightmare kept smashing pillars, the ceiling...

The ceiling would come crashing down on it.

Sora turned back to Silvia. "We need to smash the pillars," he said. "I know it's dangerous, but try to attract the snake's attention and have it attack another pillar. Start with these ones, farthest from the doors so we can get out again. I'll go tell Tony and Marella, and try to take it's attention from you." With that and an encouraging smile towards Silvia, Sora turned and darted away, narrowly avoiding another swipe of the snake's tail before reaching Marella in her hiding place and repeating to her his plan, then doing the same with Tony (assuming he could even hear him). He really did not want to have to get Shadow's help for this.

[Chyanime_X3]

XIILarxene
Savage Nymph

More pain for you...

Larxene's eyes widened at the sight of the bomb, and she quickly tried to lightning step away again, but that blasted arrow detonated the bomb sooner than expected. The explosion hit, throwing her back, another arrow scratching her leg, a just miss thanks to the bomb. She flew up at an angle, rag doll for a few seconds, before she gathered herself, turning herself around and bouncing off a small patch of darkness. She launched herself towards Toyah, she smirked before teleporting right into the girl's face.

"Boo."

She grinned like an evil maniac, her eyes practically glowing, as she thrusted an open, lighting charged hand at her, intended to give the girl a bit of a jolt...

Means more fun for me!

[Hideaki Dragon]

Fane Krtheus
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Fane could feel the satisfaction of her hammer hitting it's mark and knocking the wind out of Raziel. Her victory was cut short as she felt her arm holding her precious Phoca being restrained and her left leg was stabbed into. Stifling a cry of pain she pulled her arm back and aimed to grab Raziel's face and slam it in the ground repeatedly. It was dangerous to be in close combat with Fane seeing as she knew how to use those muscles she flung her hammer around with.

As the blade was pulled from her leg she felt her warm blood oozing from her wound slowly. Thankfully her adrenaline was high so her bleeding was very slow thankfully. She knew she was at a huge disadvantage seeing as her mobility had been cut in half. She knew she needed some serious hits to knock the male down some levels.

"Fate is sealed? What do ya take me for? A children's story? I'll rip yer spine out yer back and shove it up yer a**," roared Fane as she kept taking advantage of the male's tail being wrapped around her arm. If she connected she wasn't going to let up until the male stopped moving. Then she'll be the victor with her fists held high.









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Location: Traverse Town - Third District
Action: Fighting
With: Raziel