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Post by xthelonelypuppetx on Oct 21, 2011 23:31:20 GMT -4
[[So, yeah, I'mma put this here... for now... aaaaaand if it needs to be changed in any way, shape, form, or fashion, thar we go!]]
"So, some... ice queen? As if. I consume the hearts of worlds for breakfast... Heh..."
A shadowy figure stood atop a tall building in the darkest section of Traverse Town, near the Third District. Even so, he could not help but laugh quietly, happily, almost touched with dementia. The man, or rather, the Heartless always had this playful, lighthearted aura about him during missions. Of course, the marksman particularly liked missions and the way they worked; the challenge gave him a bit of a psychotic thrill, a feeling that he could not replicate doing anything else. Even now, he was smiling wryly with anticipation. Should there be a fight, he would love to fight this Icy Queen, Queen of Ice... Witch of Ice... Icy Witch? Whatever her title was, she must have been strong to earn it. He was practically getting goosebumps just thinking about fighting her...! Damn, orders are orders. Don't engage unless I have to, right? We're here to poke around, really... laaaaame. The excitement, subsequently, was washed away in a tide of despair. He humbled himself yet again. Where were his team mates? Rather... where were his subordinates? Again, a bit of glee touched his black heart--that's right, he was the leader of this mission, wasn't he? The marksman's smile grew, showing off gleaming white canines. He didn't have the charisma to be a leader, but hell, he was THE LEADER. Whether he had the face and personality of an angel was irrelevant. The Heartless could do whatever he wanted as long as he followed Ansem's orders--to the T, of course, and no less.
In a blur of black and red, he was on the ground once again, having speedily descended down the building. All around, there was a thick blanket of white snow. As he landed, there was a slight crunch as the blanket gave way under his feet. He fixed his bandana over the Heartless symbol on his chest and expertly hid all of the rest of the symbols from immediate view. There was no use in causing an uproar now. They hated the Heartless here, didn't they? How tragic, harboring a hatred for us Heartless forever... what did we ever do to them, after all? It's not like we came, stole the Heart of their world, and left, riiiiiight? He allowed himself to chuckle at his own joke. Blissful innocence was definitely better than the knowledge of knowing as far as the masses went. Rumors would spread, but nothing more--not as long as everything was kept quiet. Oooooh, another challenge.~
"Well, sooooooomebody better come over to entertain me soon... I'm getting bored..."
Braig settled against the building's wall, only now noticing that it looked like it was about to collapse. It was a rather disturbing building at first glance, but a Heartless like the Demented Shot would feel right at home here. However, there was something a bit disconcerting about the building that threw the marksman off: icicles hung from the edges of the roof, the windows. Darkness was cold, yes, but its chill was more comfortable than that of snow or ice produced in the Realm of Light, at least to Braig. Come to think of it, all of the buildings were covered in layers of snow and were decorated with many icicles... and then, there was that painful aura of serenity, just complete peace. It was sickening. A Shadow promptly approched him and nuzzled his foot as if to prove his point. Braig's hands found his pockets, and as he waited he played with the lint inside, feeling slightly uncomfortable in the cold. Nobody passed through here, so it seemed. It was... exasperating. At least he had chosen a good place to wait, but... waiting was just absolutely BORING...
"Well, world... you're the place everyone goes to whenever their world disappears... You are close to the darkness, indeed. Can you feel it as much as I do? All the Heartless that inhabit the streets, the alleyways? I know you do, and I know that some of the survivors of worlds, those strong enough to make it through the darkness at least once, are able to defeat the Heartless... If so, then, come at me. Hit me with your best shot. Push me, and I'll shove ya right back. Come on!"
Only a period of silence followed.
Oct 21, 2011 23:31:20 GMT -4
Last Edit: Nov 12, 2011 18:19:42 GMT -4 by xthelonelypuppetx
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 12, 2011 1:27:22 GMT -4
The freshly grown evergreen trees rustled and released the scent of pine in the air as a winter's moan blew flurries of snow dusting the Third District with a soft coat of white. A wind picked up and made the trees' pines rock to and fro as if joining an hypnotic dance, a dance that alerted the wolves who slumbered in the Zero District.
In a nearly vacant garden, the wolves spotted about the district laying down in a slumber. As the trees shuffled and rustled along in a congo line, their grey ears twitched. The alpha rose up hastily and emitted a low huff followed by a howl. Those who were familiar to the new changes in Traverse Town understood the meaning of the howl. The dogs were loose, and they ran towards business taking a shorte way of cutting through the second into the third where their alert message led them to.
A series of padded paws thumped against the snow, while growls wavered through the district. Their black nose twitched as brown to twany, and golden amber eyes searched, while their nose sniffed; they didn't move in until the alpha started an encouraging growl and tread forwards to where the threat lied. Although it never seen a heartless of his stature, the heart of the tainted but with the face of a hume., he knew the smell of the heartless anywhere; they were unnatural, so they stood out like a swore thumb.
Not speaking in a crystal clear english dialect, the snarling and growling was all that was needed to speak and make one comprehend as a pack of wolves gave Braig and his little shadow buddy the evil hungry eyes.
From a distance lying beyong the second and third district lied a icy decorated castle; within it Jadis had rested herself for days after blankety the world in her magick. She was far better than she was after fulfilling the ritual; she was grained beyond comfort once the adrenaline died down. The Ice Witch had long forgoten when so much magick was needed and if she ever had a limitation. In the meantime, she laxed herself in her dark grey gown that seemed to spekcl with glitter; a white fluff was wrapped around her neck. Before she could get cozier, a whisper reached her ears carried by the breeze of the trees and the howl of the wolves.
Post by xthelonelypuppetx on Nov 12, 2011 18:52:51 GMT -4
When the world didn't reply to his request, Braig found himself amused for only a fraction of a moment. Boredom quickly overtook him again... how long had he been waiting? Nobody had shown up to help him out for quite some time, now. It had to be past time to begin... A sudden stress hit him: what if he was the last to complete his mission? The Heartless quickly regained his composure. He'd decided, at last. If they're not gonna show up, fine. Let Master Ansem be mad at them for shirking their duties. I'll complete the mission all by myself.
Oh, how he would LOVE to complete the mission without help. It would show that he possessed great strength, a very apt mind, that he was quick on his feet and silent as the grave. He'd put his heart into this one--the very heart that was corrupted by darkness--and show his ability to thoroughly complete a job. At the very least, Master Ansem would know that Braig had made up for his absence. That was what he wanted most, after all... to prove his usefulness.
Snow began to fall, fluttering, dancing in a chilled wind. A groan of exasperation escaped the lips of the marksman, accompanied with a slight mist rising up from his mouth. Braig hadn't even met this Ice Witch, but she had ALREADY pissed him off. He kicked aside some snow, revealing part of a sidewalk. Right then and there, he realized what annoyed him so much about all this damned snow--it covered up the city. The Demented Shot liked the pulse of the city, the feel of its Heart, its people, its darkness that ran up and down the streets, the alleyways, quietly waiting to pounce on the passerby... and the snow silenced that. The Ice Witch was apparently of such a dominant presence that the darkness had retreated back, waiting for the snow to melt. And underneath all the ice, the pulse had slowed, dipping into a slow and painful hypothermia of sorts, now that most remained indoors to keep warm and the darkness was less of an enemy.
Maybe a battle or two will bring back the heat...
And then, there was the slight scent of pine.
Braig found himself surrounded by wolves within the next few moments. Their growls, their snarls, their symphony of anger was music to his ears. Among them, there was obviously an alpha--that much, anyone could figure out. The Shadow at his feet sunk into the ground and left at once... So, they must be part of the reason why the darkness shrunk back. They've been cutting it back, I guess. A murderous grin found the Demented Shot's lips as his arrowguns came to his hands.
"Ooooh, do the puppies wanna play?" The grin widened. "I like playing tag, you see. I'm good at tag... Shall I be It, or do you pups want to chase me, first?" The marksman retreated up on top of a lamp post in a swift movement, resting one foot on the top of the lamp itself and the other on a pole from which banners could be hung. He rested one hand on his hip, still holding his arrowguns, and waved the other arrowgun around. "And just to let you know... I like playing rough. So if you can't take the heat, go run home to your mistress, pups. You only get one chance, now, before we start the game." That wicked grin never left his face. Yellow eyes scanned over every wolf present, trying to pick out the alpha in the group. Perhaps he could turn the tide and have the wolves lead him to this Ice Witch if the alpha was taken out.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 12, 2011 21:14:00 GMT -4
Vapor emmited from the wolves' coal nose in a snort as they stood their ground. The alpha weighed the odds, since their prey had sought out elevation. Bearing it's long fangs that began to curve back with age, it emitted a short woof, and the canines began moving in; some had moved left, while others stalked right. This would be a first for them a heartless like him, yet in the back of his mind, the alpha wondered whethered to contact his mistress or not. Her rule of thumb was to notify her when neccessary or when something unusual emerges. Seeing how this one was out of reach and looked human was creepy towards that definition. Opening his mouth, he commenced the first strike with a projectile spell of ice.
In the lone castle that rose where Kefka's tower had fallen, Jadis wondered where her apprentices were; she doubted every last Guardian had volunteered for the Atlantis expedition; if so that would've been poor management on Mikhail's part to not have them sprinkled about, since anything could pop off, while they were away. Also this could be something they wish to witness, since her distant ears had informed of a human masking heartless. Who knew what information it could have that would benefit them; from her agenda the one with the humain face are the least trustworthy because they can cultivate and plot more efficiently than the lesser animal-like subconscious heartless. Actually by having a human face only makes her wonder how deep did they fell since their particular uniqueness was a rare trait amongst heartless.
With that in mind, she rose to speculate this intruder herself; her wolves couldn't conduct a proper interrogation. Opening a dark portal, she stepped through for shortcuts; it would only be seconds before she appeared in the Third District.
Post by xthelonelypuppetx on Nov 12, 2011 22:21:50 GMT -4
The ice projectile began moving in. Grinning, he fled to higher ground, if only to gain more time to take the attack. He combined his arrowguns into one, turned suddenly on his heel, and managed to block what would have been the sharpest part of the projectile. However, with the force at which it was flying, the ice managed to knock the Demented Shot into the air. "AS IF!" A charged shot disintegrated the bulk of the projectile, and then another problem presented itself...
He was falling.
Not only that, he was falling into the bulk of the pack of wolves.
Separating his weapon into two again, Braig allowed the wolves to think, even if just for a moment, that they were being given a chance to tear his throat out... But as soon as he had gotten just barely above their reach, he suddenly became suspended in midair, hanging upside-down. Shaking the hair out of his eyes, the marksman gave the pack his best devillish smile. "You guys play rough, too... But I'm not just an old man. I know you know my scent is that of a Heartless. I ain't dumb." He unleashed a flurry of bullets, discharging ten total. The vast majority ripped through the air towards the alpha, who Braig assumed was the one brave enough to fire an ice projectile at him, while a few other bullets were meant for the wolves nearest him. After a brief pause, he was on the edge of the mass of wolves before one could even notice he was gone, swinging his guns at his sides. "You pups... I'd suggest you just steer clear of me. You don't wanna piss me off. I'd have to kill you, if you did." He smiled pleasantly, when a new scent entered the vicinity.
It was the Ice Queen, he could only assume. "Well, hello, there! I've just been playing with your cute little doggies... I hope you don't mind." The smirk on the marksman's face was meant to sting. One look at the woman and Braig could already tell that she had power written all over her. Hell, she's SEVEN FEET TALL. There was something cruel, but also enticing about her--heavenly, even. Tilting his head slightly, the Heartless' yellow eyes stared at her in a mixture of awe and blatant hatred.
"So, you must be the one everyone's been talking about. Heh, I can be friendly, if you'd like, miss." He bowed slightly, still upside-down. An innocent smile played upon his lips, roughened up by his scar, his eyepatch, and all-around his tough-guy kind of features. His eyes cut back to the wolves for a moment before again, he retreated back in an almost invisible blur, further away from the pack. Safe for a moment, Braig flipped back onto the ground, only to hop back up on top of a lamp post. His attention turned back to the blonde-haired beauty. "So, you've made Traverse Town safer, huh? That was my impression, at least. The darkness definitely shrunk back some. Oh, and I almost forgot. You planted some pine trees or somethin'. Very good for the environment. Are you eco-friendly? Or do you just love to wake up to the scent of pine in the morning...?" His smile expanded into a full-blown wry grin. Though he would never admit it, he did enjoy joking around with potential prey or enemies. He definitely wasn't the type to seek out their emotional weaknesses, however... Braig was a Heartless, but he wasn't necessarily a monster.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 12, 2011 22:53:16 GMT -4
The wolves watched him fall; they crouched eager for it, the oppurtune moment. Bullets were shot and more ice was fired from fellow pack members, while other lept up with snapping jaws to tear at his face. The alpha ran about in a zig zag motion to get out of dodge of the bullets, while relying on his pack to take as many cheap shots neccessary. As quickly as it started, it halted, and the pack grew angsty, while the those who were closest to the heartless shook off the grazes from bullets; then they smelled it, and their attention grew elsewhere.
Darkness bellowed like mist as a pale white giantess marched out of it. Her dress was black as night with sequence picking up the yellow lamplights of the third district. Black fabric shot up and flared like feathers on the right side of her deep v neck forging a collar. Her hair was fairer than the norm in a pale blonde and bond tightly in a high ponytail, while a silver sleek headress carressed her forehead. She looked like she was deadly ill with the stark contrast, but life seemed to blossom on her red rosed lips and dark green eyes.
Rugged, black hair, a patch, and an uncomplentary scar... A brow arched at this intruder; was the world being harrassed by some kind of pirate? This heartless' charm fluttered past her like the cold, untouched, "...I doubt friendly is apart of your nature."
She spoke simple, short, and curt as if he was a nuisance to her day or a slob beggar that stained the beauty of a city. She wasn't even interested in humoring him with his deviating questions. Instead the Lady of Traverse cut straight to the point, while her wolves turned and stood by her side like an army of knights, "What are you doing here, heartless? You can return your friendly hospitality for leaving; you are hardly wanted here."
Post by xthelonelypuppetx on Nov 12, 2011 23:35:51 GMT -4
"Oooh, lady's got a bite. Well, miss, I could tell you, but I might get a faceful of ice... Then again, your pups don't play nice, so I highly doubt that you would play nice, either." As if for effect, Braig picked at the various tears in his clothing from grazed ice and bites that missed. Aside from various scratches and a few bite marks nearing the tip of his ears, he had emerged relatively unscathed. Wolves could only do so much, after all, and it wasn't as if they were fighting too long. It was like one moment, they were all attacking him, and the next, they had all ceased to wait on their mistress. Laaaame. We should have fought longer than that... I at least wanted to decrease their morale...
"Well, ma'am, you're correct. I'm a Heartless. And you see, ma'am, we pretty much claimed this world and you kinda took it without asking... Now, I'm not the best with words, but I'll just go out and say it... we want some of our territory back. The Third District, namely. If that much can be arranged, we'll try not to bother you. Of course, if it can't..." An evil aura descended upon Braig as he smiled and continued, "We have our ways, ma'am. And then, there are many more of my kind. I advise that you allow us our territory, ma'am. I'm not royalty, but as someone serving a... king of sorts, I implore you: don't shoot the messenger."
Of course, there was much more to it than he let on. Even if just contained in one district, the Heartless would have a foothole once again. They'd be able to fan out once again into other areas and districts, and, if conducted properly, this would allow the Dark XII to slip in and run this Ice Queen out, possibly even destroy her. Braig was no fool; any opening was welcome, and if he could lie perfectly, he'd definitely get brownie points with Ansem, Seeker of Darkness. Still, as he faced the woman whose skin and dress were of a stark contrast, the marksman couldn't shake the feeling that there would be a battle. In that case, his battle outline was virtually the same: incapicitate the two in charge.
"I assure you, ma'am, even monsters like me can be of noble intentions."
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 13, 2011 0:00:24 GMT -4
Perhaps shooting the messenger will make one infer that I would rather not affiliate...
The Ice Witch was actually becoming bored and annoyed with this meeting; it was hardly anything worthwhile as it became charted as another typical 'one of those days'. Did he really think that he could just walk in here and feign politness in requesting the third district as if any percentage of her would even think of yes as a possibility, and then in the same breath will fling a threat in her face. Jadis hardly took threats generously, and for a second, her eyes went black as an younger colder version of the witch flickered.
Although her exterior was colorless and bland, her mood shifted the world's nature as the temperature dropped even lower. She could hear the ice biting at the lampost, and the flame inside began to waver as it was threatened to be blown out. Her dark eyes glittered, while a smile bloomed on her face as a chuckle seeped out as she stepped towards him, "So...you dare humor my wolves, then humor me. Humor me more, heartless, who is this king, you serve so...loyally with the upmost noble intentions?"
Post by xthelonelypuppetx on Nov 13, 2011 1:05:00 GMT -4
Oh, so, she's getting pissed off? Feel that chill! Well, girly, I've got a chill all my own.
As she approached, ice began to encase the lamp post. The drop in temperature was apparent, and Braig wasn't about to lose his safe place. She prompted the question of who his king was, the one he served oh-so loyally. A dark smile crept across his face; his yellow eyes were able to pierce armor. Loyal... is just part of it, honey. A flash of white canines characterized his attitude towards her simple question. He had a lot to say about that, but just for her, the Heartless was going to break it down into simple terms. "My... king is a Heartless, like myself. He is a man of great intentions, and he expects me to complete my mission here." As the ice advanced towards the top of the post, the Heartless retreated back to the ledge of short, stout building. He turned back towards the Queen in a fluid movement after landing.
"My king is someone someone really wouldn't enjoy messing with. He presides over darkness, you see, more so than anyone you could think of. He's sent me here to carry out a mission, and I intend to complete it, at least in part. His name... is Ansem, Seeker of Darkness." As the marksman spoke, he swung his weapons back and forth. They glowed softly, reloading five bullets for each. He readied himself for an attack, possibly graviga or a blur of space, and continued watching the Queen.
"So, ma'am... are we going to settle this territorial predicament the easy way or the hard way? I'm getting rather bored sitting here, and this heavy pine scent isn't quite agreeing with my nose..."
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 13, 2011 2:57:44 GMT -4
"Hmm, well please inform Ansem of your failure if you will; for I am a Queen who doesn't...work well with threats or even empty words of heartless," well that if she was to even let him leave alive; he can always be the start of a high statue frozen statue that will fill the Zero District to her liking. "I care not for any of your intentions, nor do I even care to give or allow you to reside here any longer, and since you humor have ran dry...."
Flexing her fingers, a blue mist coated over her right hand. A long spear materialized that was pointed with sharp icicles on both ends. She tested the weight in her hands, and it felt meaningless, but she knew it can cut deeply especially when she put muscle behind it. She careless began to let it sway in her hands as if it was a mere toy she had since childhood. The wolves howled in unison towards the endless night sky. The Ice Witch snorted, "Well little minion of Ansem...the remenants of my hospitality has expired."
Instantly the wind picked up as Jadis sent her first strike as she bended the wind and snow to her will. A strong aeroga attack ripped past her making her hair fly like a flag and darted towards the heartless with a target of his chest. As her nail scrapped against the length of her spear, she hardened the floor beneath his feet with ice threatening to skewer what was left of his pitiful existence.
Post by xthelonelypuppetx on Nov 19, 2011 20:33:56 GMT -4
...Oh hell, I'm dead.
Even though his mind was racing, this was the only comprehensive thought Braig's head was able to spit out. There was a huge aeroga spell coming straight at his chest. She had an army of wolves ready if that didn't completely destroy him. And of course, there was all this damn ice to consider. The Ice Witch had made a thick layer of it under his feet, and the Heartless found himself slipping and sliding like an awkward newborn animal trying to walk. This was definitely not helping anything at all...
Or was it?
He hit the floor, allowing the aeroga spell more of a target but offering it less of a chance to incapacitate him. It ripped his shirt and bandanna into two equal halves, allowing the world to see the Heartless insignia branded across his chest. The Demented Shot hissed as a strange black liquid oozed forth from the gash made down his chest; however, he had reason enough to be thankful--he wasn't dead or unconscious. Braig brought a white-gloved hand to the wound, smearing a bit of the liquid onto its stainless surface. Even the proudest warrior could figure out what this meant: if this Ice Witch had enough strength to rip open a wound of this caliber with the first strike, he was no match for her alone.
"Hell, lady... easy! I hope you don't treat all your guests like this..." The Demented Shot raised himself up with the help of gravity and hung, again, upside down. The black liquid now trickled down his neck and chin, steady, but with a thickness like blood. This would need to be treated, but at a later time. The marksman had a plan... he just needed a little bit of time to complete it. "Well, I'll be taking my leave in a few moments. Might leave a couple of burning buildings for you to take care of... a destroyed forest or three... Maybe a bunch of frightened children and dead wolves... But hey, nothin' beyond that." He smiled pleasantly, somehow managing to keep his head held high in the face of defeat.
The marksman, retaining some of his speed, moved over in a blur to a building without ice and settled back to the ground. In the distance, he saw a...
"Is that an ICE CASTLE? What the hell... I swear, it's like I walked into a freakin' Winter Wonderland..." His yellow eyes peered down at the Ice Witch, now reasonably humbled and less mocking. However, he allowed the orbs to glitter mockingly for a moment as he stated, "I really don't like what you've done with the place... Takes away from the urban charm... You know what I said earlier about burning buildings and destroyed forests? Well, yeah, I'd expect some of those, now." In a blur, he was gone, still trickling a black liquid one could only identify as something similar to blood. While slowed, the marksman still moved with enough speed to make himself appear smeared to someone standing completely still. He jumped from building to building, storing energy, still...
The Demented Shot was heading in the direction of the Third District.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 19, 2011 21:16:22 GMT -4
Her brows arched with a rise of her head in an aristocratic fashion. Her eyes narrowed in displeasure to find that he was still moving. No matter, she can remedy the worlds of that. The air bend with her might in a serpentine drilling funnel. He vowed that he would take his leave, but he wasn't moving fast enough for the Ice Witch's liking. Even with the injury he have no, he dared to threatened. Her eyes darkened as she smited him with a curse; she uttered nothing as a stream of black sliced thae air towards him, but he had already decided to move elswhere.
Her eyes followed him as he landed to safe ground. Oh it will only remain safe for a little while. With a few snippy words, he was off, but she wouldn't dare allow him to go far and leave without another signature forged in his body. She looked towards the trees, and they whispered his next destination to her. Instantly holes of portals opened, she and her hounds step through following the trace of his darkeness that he leaked throughout the world.
"I think we'll need to crack down harder...don't we," the question was directed toward a wolf that remained by her side, while the others ran ahead and exited on the other side just as quickly. The beta gave a low woof with a snort and began to trot to keep up with Jadis haste walk.
Her heels clicked on the bluestones of the Third Distrct, while her long blonde hair swayed as she looked to track him down like a bloodhound of darkness. The trees rustled with restlessness; he shouldn't be too far.
Post by xthelonelypuppetx on Nov 19, 2011 22:48:38 GMT -4
Sit tight, man. Just a little more energy to store up... But dear Kingdom Hearts, I wish this damn wound would stop bleeding...
Braig skidded to a stop at the top of a tall building near the Third District. The scent of pine was even more distinct here; he must have been close. Settling down against an air conditioner, the Heartless promptly warmed himself up before taking care of his wound. While he didn't have any kind of potions or elixirs on him, he did have his bandanna, and that was enough for him. Untying the remnants of the red cloth from around his neck, he wrapped it around his torso and retied it at his side. The dark liquid continued to ooze, forever staining his bandanna, but that was of no consequence at the current time. At least he wouldn't be leaving a trail of dark blood around.
For a moment, he'd found his moment's reprieve, a solitary period of silence and peace. The marksman could hear the call of the wolves in the background noise, feel the chill of the Ice Witch's wintry wind. Braig continued charging up his energy; he would have to rely on his ultimate powers to accomplish what he had to in the pursuit of information. Hopefully, he could retain enough sense to know not to charge at Jadis. At the very least, it would mean weeks in recovery. But foxes were sly and cunning, intelligent and never without some kind of plan. Even operating on his basic instincts, Braig was as crazy as a fox.
After completely warming up, the Demented Shot climbed to his feet once more. He was growing tired of the scent of pine by now, and all this snow and cold was making him feel sick. The Heartless picked up his dual arrowguns, fired a couple of shots out into the cold night, and headed off once again, moving slightly faster than previously.
That's when he had a realization.
Skidding to a stop once again, he charged up his weapon and fired a single black bullet. As it hurdled towards its target at high speed, Braig sped off once again, happier than before. The bullet hit the air conditioner, which promptly exploded. Pleased with himself, the Heartless descended on a building facing directly towards the Third District. From his height, he could see everything below.
And he hated all those damn pine trees in his line of sight.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Nov 22, 2011 16:54:04 GMT -4
The wolves ears perked earing distant shots; they legs stung to move, but the witch told them not to move onward in that direction. The trees already directed them elsewhere; the blasted thing was on the move. Unfortunately she couldn't ignore the explosion; a portion of the pack was instructed to see if any civilians were involved. Explosion can lead to fires, and being prepared the clouds already accummulated and commenced dropping snow.
Snow gathered in her blonde hair forming an ice-like crown ontop of the silver headdress she wore; the witch had became territorial as her hand held her wand tight enough to indent a lamppost; her wand in contrast didn't budge since it was forged specifically for her. Stepping into the Third District, her hounds commenced to spread out and sniff the heartless out. The restless trees forwarned that he was nearby.
Tapping into her own darkness, she searched for him, and her track led her up to...buildings. Inhaling deeply she locked her eyes on the unwanted target. A flicker of yellow sparked in front of her anxiously.
Post by xthelonelypuppetx on Nov 24, 2011 2:50:46 GMT -4
Ooooh, just a little longer... And then I get to play Demolition with all those pine trees~ If only I had a chainsaw... that would make it even MORE fun!
Grinning, the Demented Shot waited quietly atop his perch, letting the wolves try to sniff him out. He figured that a good portion of the pack would go investigate the explosion--quick and brilliant thinking on his part, as always. Another portion had stuck around to try to locate him. Oh, but alas; he was right there in front of them, just a little beyond their reach... if you called "a little" a few stories. Smug, Braig continued to charge his energy, intent on ripping all those trees to shreds with giant claws and sharp teeth. Waiting was exactly what he was doing when the Ice Witch caught sight of him, and arrogantly, Braig neared the edge of the building, placing one foot on the ledge and leaning against his thigh with one arm.
"Well, hello, there! You ripped my chest open, so I blew up a building. Fancy that. It's called "karma," sweetheart. You get back what you dish out." And strangely enough, Braig felt untouchable regardless of the fact that he was in grave danger. He smiled sweetly and continued, "Now, I intend to complete my 'To Do' list for Traverse Town... Let's see... blow up a building: check... leave some kids sniffling: I'd put that as a check... Looks like I just gotta kill some wolves and tear up a forest, which I'm about to do..." Then a familiar noise reached his ears and he sighed, obviously dismayed. "...Or not."
Retreating out of the Ice Witch's line of fire, Braig found that he was being visited by a Neoshadow. Seriously? This late in the mission? It requested for him to move onto a different mission--something of more importance at the time. The Heartless sighed emotionlessly as the Neoshadow left, its purpose now done. "Boooooring... Looks like I'll have to leave you, Icy. Well, that's a shame, to say the least... Perhaps I'll be back, buuuuut I wouldn't expect anything soon. I hate to leave you without much carnage, but ciao, Icy."
A Corridor of Darkness engulfed the Demented Shot, and he was gone.
