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Post by aliceinwonderland on Jan 3, 2011 0:37:28 GMT -4
Maggie stood at one end of the back alley, her eyes fixed on one of the bricks on the far wall. Fitting her arrow carefully to her bow she pulled back the string. Practice did make perfect after all. It wasn't as though she had any place to be in particular. She had already searched all over town for any sign of her friends and there wasn't a trace to be found. Part of her wanted to look for a way to get home, but she knew she wouldn't make it very far as she could barely fight the heartless here. What if there were stronger ones on other worlds? What if she got herself even more lost. She was just a magician. She wasn't a warrior. This was incredibly out of her line of work. Not to mention that she was alone. Maggie had always been one piece of a set and now she was a wheel with out a cart.
The more she thought about her predicament, the more the arrow wavered in her hand. Steady. Breathe. She told her self. It was a struggle to get her breathing under control again, the string still held taunt in her fingertips, eyes still focused on her spot on the wall. And what of the princess? The Princess was less trained in combat than Maggie herself, or Daisy? They had little to no hope of survival unless they had ended up with the boys or Ivy. She sighed a little and lowered her bow. This was useless. Every time she started to practice, her train of thought went down the wrong tracks. Why couldn't she have been in Ivy's place, or why weren't Magicians taught offensive magic earlier? She sighed sinking back against the wall and sliding until she was sitting.
Setting her bow beside her, she rubbed her eyes and sighed. This whole thing was ridiculous. She wasn't about to be able to do this on her own, and she wasn't completely sure about attaching herself to someone else here. If she were with another group the other people would have their own agendas and their own world or friends to find. What would they do with Maggie if they accomplished their goals first? What about her if she found her world or her princess? This was all terribly confusing to the poor magician.
"Why doesn't this stupid adventure come with a guide book?"
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 3, 2011 1:12:40 GMT -4
The Replica needed a break from his developing emotions. After intercepting Namine, he had new experiences, but the problematic aftermath didn't plague him until after they momentarily departed. To give himself a break from her, he sulked in the Realm of Darkness. If interrogated, he wouldn't claim he was avoiding her, but thinking and contemplating. The Earth is strong and stable, which was ironically the meaning of his name; despite his stability, Namine was an oncoming wave that continued to mend into him as she clash and embrace unto his shores. The waves can mold the Earth into beaches, caverns, and so on, and being around her started to mold him as well. It was unnerving, and this form of manipulation was new to him making it seem unnatural.
Daichi knew that he couldn't tred into the Organization's strong hold or even continue looking for it until he patch himself up. To complete his personal mission, he had to be as hard as a rock, not warm and soft like a golden beach. The darkness that developed around him was soothing releasing his stress and inner turmoil. He's been dwelling in it for too long that he was restless.
It was becoming tiring seeing nothing, but he had an urge for new scenery before becoming more scensory deprived. Ripping the dark portal apart, he inhaled the new fresh air as if he was a new born. Darkness had clung to his frame, and since he lacked a cloak he would reak of it and possible attract unwanted company.
He never admired the likes of heartless. Why should something so degrading, a parasite, be able to exist unlike one who yearns for it? It was cruel. Staggering into the Second District, he let the stay open longer than neccessary. He was starting to feel fatigue from being trapped inside for too long without nourishment. Unfortunately this world wouldn't supply him with sunlight for his white skin to drink in. Roaming like a zombie, the replica stepped away, while yellow eyes looked at the world with hunger.
From behind a thick breeze of blackness rushed passed him ruffling his snow white hair as heartless spat our the realm. Azure eyes narrowed in annoyance at the mess. With a grunt, he pivoted to raise his hand to force the heartless oozing portal to a close. The heartless started to roam throughout the second district before the last one can squirm out of the closed portal.
Post by aliceinwonderland on Jan 4, 2011 22:26:34 GMT -4
It took her a moment to recognize him. He was the boy type person who had pushed her and saved her before out in the district. Maggie had always considered herself a good judge of character, but she couldn't really get a good guess on this boy. She had seen how he traveled, similar to the heartless, and wasn't sure that it it endeared the boy to her. Based solely on the one action he had towards her should would have guessed that he was decent. But that didn't stop the eery creepiness that she could feel coming off of him.
Grabbing up her bow she leapt to her feet, which for once almost looked like a graceful move. She pulled an arrow from her bow and let it fly across the alley. It hit its tagged directly through. She grinned a little to herself, before running down the ally. As she cast Blizzard at another heartless she introduced herself.
"I'm Marigold." She shot a second arrow in to a heartless. "You saved my life the other day you know." But somehow she doubted he really cared. Boys were strange about that kind of thing. If they saved someone's life it was every day, but when a girl got saved it was more meaningful than just an every day occurrence. Strange how things like that worked. "Can I at least know your name? Maybe your favorite color?" She was sort of kidding. She could kind of guess his favorite color was black.
(sorry its really short this week is "end of month" at work, so I'm like exhausted....)
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 5, 2011 13:49:53 GMT -4
Standing tall, the replica rotated his crooked neck and rolled his shoulders before exhaling heavily. He didn't look at his mess of a havoc on humanity, but a mess. Lacking interactive connections with society, he felt distance of it, but he was aware of what heartless were and what they do. They were little imps stealing away one's existence into another where its a partial chance they would ever continue their lives as they were. A fraction of those moments, nobodies were made, beings that weren't to be, and together they formed a cycle of thievery. Even so, he couldn't compute to well with the ordeal; if he were them, a person a real person, he would defend himself and the one's he cared about to the teeth.
Shaking his head, he groaned with confusion; perhaps this a conversation to have with Namine. Daichi was so fixiated on his wants and desires including protecting her that everyone else was in his blind spot. Even so, his matter had to deal with HIS individuality and Namine, and he was going to protect both well. What threw off his train of thoughts and his inner peace with his decision was the maiden beyond him.
Her bow was armed, and her arms were firmed holding the bow and the string. Around his darkness combusted with the pierce of the arrow; the heartless wailed before returning back to darkness. Daichi stopped in his path before snowflakes could touch his skin hitting another black fiend.
"I'm Marigold," he hummed lowly trying to remember her face from somewhere before she filled in the missing gap, "You saved my life the other day you know."
He blinked remembering it vaguely, since Namine had blatantly cast a shadow over that event. Now he recollected the event more clearly; he wondered why did he, especially after he mentally concluded that battle against the heartless was every man for themselves, "Then count yourself lucky."
Taking a few strides forward, he almost halted at the awkward questions, "Can I at least know your name? Maybe your favorite color?"
He stared at her tensely, "You're strange...and watch out for that Air Soldier."
His head tilted towards the aerial heartless that fluttered in their direction, but he wasn't going to waste his time on the weaklings. Daichi found himself standing back and watching her to see if she was as unstable as she posed before.
