Rest or Restoration (Committee membs please, P.M.)

[kokoran714]

The sun rose over the horizon as Apollotin sniffed in the fresh air of the morning... or at least what he could. "sniiiifff Gah. I really do 'ate winter. I always feel so stuffed up before dah sun comes out."

The Maestro of late had begun suffering the effects of the limited sun light, and was currently going through a cold. Handkerchief in hand, Paul blew his nose into the tissue, emptying out his nose somewhat.

That morning Paul had decided to go for an early morning stroll through Radiant Garden, and his walk had ended himself up near Merlin's house. He had gone to visit Scrooge Mc'duck, on advice the Frosted Flame's owner, Tifa, and the avian had provided the directions to his destination. As of now, Paul really didn't want to go into the abode, lest he was to wake someone up. But at this point, the priest thought his cold was going to wake up the whole neighbor hood.

Rising from the bench he sat at, Paul began meandering back to the shopping district, the tissue in a crumpled ball in his hand. You know, I should probably just take it easy today; Don't want to go and give the Restoration Committee the cold. And they might not even be here right now. Who knows.

Ever since talking to Tifa at her bar, Paul had been meaning to ask the Restoration crew how he could help; The way Tifa explained it, they seemed like the people to ask about what's going on, and what's up with all the Heartless.

In a sad ironic way, a small mob of the creatures materialized in front of Paul. The priest sighed, and grumbled "I am so not in the mood for this. You guys just purchased a one way ticket to Tartarus."(Battle Begin!)

Drawing his bow, Paul counted his opponents. 7 Shadows, 3 nights, 1 fat warrior (big body), and... is that a spell caster? Yes, it's holding a book. Best take care of that first

The claymore system kicked in, and it immediately started targeting the shadows. Paul fired his first arrow at the book master, the projectile burning in it's shoulder. "Thank the gods for the defense system"

Apollotin prepared his self as the small force of Heartless advanced on him.

[Charme]

The Heartless were fervently trying to get into the Garden. This much was evident as Ienzo watched the battle below. From the walls of the castle town once known as the Hollow Bastion, the silver-eyed humanoid watched the man battle the creatures. He was mentally battling with himself at the moment...

Should he help this person, who was wasting his time on something the Claymores could handle, or should he continue his search for Tifa and Merlin? It was all a rather interesting problem, because at the moment the slim, dark figure was very comfortable and warm beneath his jacket and newly-donned scarf, enjoying his lack of homeostasis. He could control his body to the point that he could make his temperature whatever it wanted to be- such was the gift of being a Heartless. To live in almost any environment (eg, one that wasn't dangerous at a cellular level), the only think Ienzo regretted about his current form was his decimated Heart and the way it got that way.

The lazy man rose from his spot and jumped onto a nearby roof, sliding down it apathetically. He landed a few yards away from the battle and threw his right arm to the side, a dark sword materializing in his palm. A dark eye opened near the hilt and looked around with interest. It wasn't often he used the Fever, but he felt that his symbiotic partner had been sleeping too long.

Now, to fend off those pesky Heartless.

[kokoran714]

Apollotin heard the clatter of someone sliding down a roof, and only momentarily averted his eye from his shadowy foes. Unfortunately, a soldier heartless took this opportunity and made a round house kick towards the priest.

With reaction time like a cheetah, Apollotin drew out his fletching knife, giving a nice long slash with the blade to give the heartless a piece of his mind. But as luck would have it, a magical barrier appeared to be protecting the Maestro's assaulter, and the blade harmlessly bounced off the shadowy enemy.

The good news; The Soldier was knocked back away by the force of the blow. Bad news? The Big Body heartless took a lunging swing with its massive arms, it's fist connecting with Apollotins stomach, knocking the wind out of the youth. After sailing through the air, he landed next to the newcomer, groaning as he hit the pavement. "Styx, I should have seen that coming."

Collecting himself, Apollotin found nothing broken, but he still was a little winded. Rising up, turned slightly towards the bored looking man whose sword was drawn. Smiling and slightly wincing, the priest remarked to the pale, raven haired man, "I take it you want to help? If so, i appreciate it."