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Sweet stepped onto a piece of debris to raise out above everybody else. Overlooking the field he placed his hands by his mouth to shout at all the soldiers and crew members of the Ulysses. Telling them to pack up and head for the train station. The soldiers quickly organized themselves, swept up by the threatening presence of the Twilight Thorn. As they picked and packed up anything still usable and moved in a long file to the station.
Sweet jumped off and started to do the same. While addressing the bystanders: "Jacob, forget that murderer and go help the soldiers. Roxas, very kind of you. You can help with this." Sweet then picked up a large bag that was about the same size of the blond boy itself and handed it over to him. The content was heavy. The dark skinned doctor then turned his head again at the guarding force that formed between them and the Twilight Thorn, calling out to Bolt: "Hey dog! Come here boy, come here buddy. Leave that thing we're getting out of here. Come on!"
Hoisting another sack over his own shoulders, Sweet looked at the crash site one last time and then started to walk away. Glancing once more over at the green haired murderer, getting another chill down his spine from the murderous look in his eyes. Hoping he wouldn't follow them.
Setsuna still had barely any idea what was going on; a craft of some sort had crashed. And judging by the way the dark-skinned doctor was looking at the green-haired man, said man had done something that obviously horrified him. Setsuna put two and two together.
"That guy's bad news..." he muttered to himself. "I'd better follow them and aid them however I can."
This sentiment surprised the normally cold Setsuna. He preferred not to get into other people's affairs. But these people obviously needed help in a bad way, and it would be a stain on Setsuna's conscience if he decided not to help. As well, that giant white creature... wait. It was one of them! One of those guys in white! But this one was huge! Looking at the black-cloaked man, he quickly came to the conclusion that he had summoned this giant... whatever it was called.
Setsuna wasn't stupid. He knew when to fight and when to pull out. And this was a fight he could not win, judging by the creature's size. He shivered one last time as he looked at it, and joined the long line of victims marching towards the train station. He would live to fight another day.
Zexion made a fake frown towards Roxas, but waved his hand to disapparate the illusion, anyway. "Why ruin my fun, Roxas? You used to be much more interesting, in truth," he said mockingly. But he looked to Seed, and noticed the rather awkward situation. Obviously, something else had control of him.
Zexion "smelled" the air, and noticed the scent of not only one, but two stronger-than-usual Heartless. He knew of Seed, but "Lu..." Zexion turned to the "boy" and said, "Ah, interesting. It seems that there's another... individual (for lack of a better word) I know here. We haven't met, obviously, but I'm sure you know who I am, as well. And I know of you."
Lumaria let Seed pitch his little fit, claiming to be loyal to the XII, despite his earlier comments. It seemed Seed wasn't like a child afterall. He was one. If he pitched a fit like this every time something didn't go his way, then it mattered not whether or not he'd betrayed the XII. It made him useless.
As the other members of the expedition began to slowly move towards the train station, Lumaria stood up and began helping to move the soldiers. As he did, he just completely ignored Seed as he continued with his childish fit. He also ignored the Nothing that tried speaking to him. Afterall, it didn't really exist, right?
He just continued on toward s the train station, trying to salvage what was left of his disguise....
Post by Jason Arilani on Feb 15, 2011 16:53:01 GMT -4
Bolt was about to continue attacking the strange being that stood over him, but Dr. Sweet Suddenly called him over to him, leading to the train station. A quick bark came from Bolt as he ran over to the doctor, ready to continue with whatever it was that they were doing.
She frowned, looking away as the much older doctor started to lecture her. Though Audrey knew deep down that he was probably right, she couldn't help herself from throwing her suspicions up in the air. Jacob, however, had pushed away all of those fingers of suspicion; he seemed annoyed at the green haired man but who wouldn't, really? Having him tagged as a liar would sure be uncomfortable for everyone, the young mechanic included.
The conversation's focus would drastically switch targets soon after, with the sudden appearance of a giant, silver monster. The expedition's new furry little friend, Bolt, didn't take long to warn them of the Twilight Thorn's presence among them. Though she didn't know what to do exactly, Ramirez pulled out her handgun once more in an attempt to give herself some sort of feeling of security. The puppy, however, had already taken matters into his hands by shooting a pair of lasers out of his eyes; quite a disturbing sight, indeed...
"Hey, Wilhelmina? Where are you going?" "Off to the train station to buy some cigarettes. I heard on the radio it's the only important thing here in this town."
Quickly turning her head, Audrey offered the woman quite a look of surprise. They were facing a huge monster that was probably about to smash them and all Packard thought about was getting some cigarrettes? Seeing how things were beginning to unfold, the mechanic wondered if she would have been better off dead like most of the Ulysses's crew. Placing a hand on her hip she listened to what the doctor had to say before nodding.
"Sounds like a good idea," she began, putting away her gun before picking up a nearby bag. They would need to take everything they could salvage from the wreckage and settle in that strange town. The following day, Ramirez could start her attempt to build another ship for them to travel. Making a mental note to keep Packard trying to contact other groups of survivors, the latina began to walk away, but not before adding "I'm taking the first watch, Sweet!"
She ran ahead, trying to catch up with the closest thing she had to a friend in this town of lunatics. There were so many things she had to tell Nyra about...
