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Vongola Eleventh Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 12:02 am
There are many rooms to accommodate people within The World That Never Was. Originally used to house the Organization members, the rooms are now completely stripped, leaving only a bed and a bed side table.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 12:35 am
As if shifting through reality itself, a portal emerged within one of the many bedrooms in The Castle. A figure emerged from the portal, stepping onto the smooth glassy surface. As the man fully emerged from the portal, he reached over his shoulder and picked Naomi, then literally dropped her onto the only bed in the room. Looking down upon her motionless body, his keyblade materializing before him. Lifting it upward, he brought it down towards her body, but stopped only inches away. His hand twitched slightly as he brought the blade back up and stared at it. The bandages wrapped around the blade blew slightly as a portal opened up in the room, the contents showing that of Twilight Town. As he looked deeper into the portal, he watched as a heartless grew out of the ground, but it's shape was a different sort. He had seen and studied all kinds of heartless that have ever come into existence, but he had never seen one such as this. Looking down at the girl, he growled in despite. "Filth." Making his keyblade disappear, he stepped into the portal, only to emerge on the sidelines of the battle.
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Vongola Eleventh Vice Captain
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Kunoichi Haruhi Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 2:06 pm
Naomi continued to float in the darkness, unknowing, not seeing. This can't be death... She insisted, though she felt nothing. Suddenly a searing pain from her back wracked her body, as if the wound that existed was torn open. You're not supposed to feel pain when you're dead...unless this is hell... Clare tried to think of something, anything, to prove her state of being. "Curaga..." A turqoise-green light emanated from her fingers, enveloping her body. The aura lit the entire room, waning after a few minutes. Opening her eyes slowly Naomi didn't move, aching. "Where...am I? Roan...?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 12:12 am
As Naomi awoke, she woke into a brightly lite room. The only furniture in the room was a bed and a table. The room looked like some insane asylum. It must have been pretty scary. A shadow arose from a corner of the room. The shadow started to grow and expand. Then the shadow grew another dimension. Soon enough the shadow as a mirror image of Namoi. Expect this image had yellow lines and was a silhouette. The image started to grow claws. It made a giggling sound. Suddenly the whole room started to turn dark.
If you want to escape the shadows.......
follow my voice.......
I'll protect you.......
But it'll cost you something dear......
A door portal appeared right in front of Naomi. Who was this voice? Could she trust it? Some many things must be going through her head. What would she do in the end?
((portal goes to Naught's approach))
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Kunoichi Haruhi Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 7:08 pm
Lifting her head a little Naomi gazed at the figure and her eyes widened in wonder as the room changed around her, unable to move due to mixed feelings of awe and fear. Sitting up on the bed slowly she realized that she had healed her own wound, though the blood stains were still on her clothing of course. Placing her feet lightly on the floor and standing up she looked to the door portal, then turning to look at her surroundings once again. Should I...follow that voice? Naomi wondered, taking a step forward she stopped herself. As far as she knew, this room was safe. She had no idea how she ended up here or where this place was, but nothing had been done to harm her from her current condition. And, to lose something dear? However...The islands...my friends...Roan... Taking a deep breath she step forward and approached the portal, taking the advice of the strange voice that had called to her, taking a chance.
[[Exits to Naught's Approach]]
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