Is that a frickin DRAGON?! (Larxene, PM)

Suddenly, her shadow tensed. In her head, she heard halen hiss, Rose, Nobody! She glanced around, and saw a pretty blond woman leaning against a wall, staring at her coldly. She turned to face the woman, shrugging her shoulders, her weapons shifting into easy reach. Deciding to play it cool, she asked, "Excuse me, do you know why there isnt any fighting going?"

"Well. Damn. And here I am, bored out of my skull. Well, I'm sure the place at least has a cool arena." Turning her back on what Halen had identified as a Nobody, she walked over to the door, and pushed on it. Locked, of course. Smiling, she went down to one knee, and examined the lock. She pulled a bobby pin and a small screwdriver out of her pocket, and began picking the lock.

"Yep, though this ld thing is a bit heavier than what I am used to." The bobby pin bent, then snapped. She fished a second out of her pocket, and continued picking at the keyhole, getting a little bit further along, but soon the second one snapped. "Damn." she pulled a third out of her hair, and continued working. She had nearly gotten the door open when the third pin bent "You got anything small and sharp? A penknife would work great. I've almost got it open."

( XD! YAY! Paul's in the house!)

Paul had just finished a performance in a nearby amphitheater for a play he and a troupe of fellow actors had been rehearsing for a few weeks.

It wasn't his intention that he'd already be in Olympus, but never the less, it just made his life ten times easier.

The performance itself had turned out extremely well: The play itself had been based on the story of a young man who had fallen in love with a nymph, who was the daughter of a river spirit (which was not a force to be reckoned with)

Paul had played the Olympian Apollo (it was an unanimous vote)

Still in costume, Paul was walking back to the inn where he was staying, feeling elated from the performance.

"That was great! I can't wait to do that again! We all did so well! Heh, heh... and the pay was awesome too!" Paul chuckled to himself as he jingled the money inside his pack.

Lyre in hand, Paul began singing and playing down the streets, people gazing at the strange sight of the boy playing the instrument in his costume:

A mask in the shape of a rising sun covered the top part of Paul's face, whilst he wore an orange toga with elaborate symbols. The outermost part of the toga actually had a sun with a Greek symbol engraved in it, while clouds were scattered around it.

As Apollotin was passing by the illustrious Coliseum he froze in place, eyes rolling back up into his head: My Gods! I'm having a vision!
Paul frantically thought, as a blurry scene unfolded in front of him.

A humongous blur flew through the air, everything in slow-motion, while a blur that looked like a human with eccentric blonde hair stood at his right,

The humungous blur swooped down and what appeared to be explosions erupted everywhere ( Not sure if that's to happen, but I think you get the idea

Paul gasped as he found himself outside the coliseum again. His faced darkened, as he quickly strode over to and into the coliseum.

Apollo NEVER sends me visions. I've only had one other vision, and that was when the temple was about to be attacked by a flock of harpies. This is bad Paul worried as he entered the small room before the arena.

He oberved the blonde women who was in vibrant garb, (Paul smiled weakly as he scolded himself to not be talking to loud) and was pulling out a knife lookiong weapon that crackled with electricity.

A red-headed women, he noticed, had a bent hairpiece in hand, as though trying to open the locked door to the arena.

Surprised, Paul guessed the young looking blonde was not one to be trifled with... and the one in his vision. Feeling extremely out of place in front of these two Amazons (noticing the other girl's weapons), Paul stated, "Hi there. I don't mean to intrude, and I hope I'm not intterupting anything, but why are you trying to get into the arena?"

Paul prayed silently he was going to have the women forget about the arena, and not let fate have it's way...

(Woot! Long Post!)

Larxene’s grin only broadened as the girl took the knife from her and continued to speak. What she had to say only confirmed her suspicions about the girl: she could sense she was a Nobody and that she in return could sense the Heartless presence – Halen did she call it? – about her as well. Halen… Curious…

The Savage Nymph took the knife back, twirling it deftly between her fingers. “A little fun, is it? My, my… Dare I say we are in the same boat, it seems.”

She raised a hand to push the door open, but stopped when she heard a voice call out. Glancing over her shoulder she spotted the boy. He seemed to be dressed in some sort of costume.

“One of the locals…” Larxene muttered softly, and then called out to boy. “Oh, just looking for a little fun. Is that such a crime?”

"Man, there ain't anything here! I mean, I seen pictures of the Roman Coliseum, and that place was huge. This place is tiny!" Rose looked around, glaring, then spotted something interesting. "Hello, steel bars. That must be where they keep the monsters." She glanced sideways at the Nobody. "Wanna see if anything is back there?" The young native introduced himself, and Rose said, "Yeah, Yeah, I'm Rose," then pointed at her shadow, and said, "and that's Halen." Her shadow waved at Paul, and seemed to glare at the blond woman. "Halen, is that anyway to introduce yourself? Up." Her shadow shook it's head. "Up. Now." Still her shadow declined. She placed her hand on the ground, and dark energy surged through her connection with Halen. It concentrated into her hand, and she lifted, dragging the Neoshadow out by his head. "Like I said, this is Halen."