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

[halen2020]

High noon in ancient Greece, in the Coliseum entrance. The place seems dead, as there are no fights. A spot of black appeared on the ground, and ballooned into a portal of darkness. A teenage girl stepped out, followed closely by a shadowy figure crisscrossed with white lines. The black figure sank into the ground as the girl pressed a button on a small armband computer. The corridor closed behind them. The girl looked around, and saw no one. A tumbleweed rolling by would have been damn appropriate.

"Halen, I thought you said this place was good for finding a real fight."

[Larxene]

The excursion had been a disappointment.

She had arrived there in hopes of catching some of the arena fights – battles of life and death had always held her rapt attention – yet arrived only to find no such events were planned for the day. Not a seat in the Coliseum occupied. Not a speck of dirt in the arena disturbed. No bloodshed, no fights to be had, nothing, nothing, nothing. Nothing was there.

Larxene was not at all pleased, and she had gotten dressed up for her little outing as well.

White heels, a blue and green dress, and her hair combed out into feathery layers about her head. It was the attire she had chosen for her alter ego – Xena Voltaire – an identity she assumed when she… preferred not to draw attention to herself. Not immediately at least. It was an identity she had recently cobbled together, one she felt she needed, one that she intended to use well, especially with the increased activity of the Dark XII. In the past she had not been one for discretion, something that proved to be a fatal mistake. She was determined not to let the past repeat itself.

In the end, however, all her preparations to go unseen, disguising herself and not partaking in the fighting, and her craving to see suffering and bloodshed, had all been for naught.

“What a waste,” Larxene spat bitterly, back pressed against the outer wall of the Coliseum’s entrance, arms folded over her breasts.

Next time, she thought to herself, if she wanted to sate her hunger for torment and tribulation she should just hunt down Demyx. There were whispers of him having acquired some sort of mermaid creature. A creature he sought to keep safe... Such circumstances would provide her endless hours of entertainment.

Yes, next time.

At the present, though… Well, she was at a loss for what to do.

And then she felt it. The tingling of Darkness. A Corridor of Darkness, rather, opening nearby. And the presence… of a Heartless.

Looking up, she narrowed her eyes. Where no one was before there now stood a person, a girl it seemed. A girl she had never seen before. A girl who had used a Corridor of Darkness and seemingly had the aura of a Heartless hanging over her. A girl – possibly a Heartless? – who had connections to the Dark XII?

“Funny,” Larxene whispered softly. “I wonder what you could be doing here, little shadow?”

Her gaze was calm, but her muscles tensed. If this girl was indeed an agent of the XII, and if she was identified, things might get complicated. And interesting…

[halen2020]

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?"

[Larxene]

Larxene made no effort to conceal herself, to evade the girl’s gaze. Though the girl had the air of Heartless darkness about, Larxene was not about to flee. She was curious to see why this girl had come there, and when the girl looked straight at her she remained perfectly still, only moving her lips to answer the girl’s question.

“Can’t say I do know,” Larxene replied. “I came here to spectator, but it seems like the show is, well, no show…”

She tilted her head to one side then, regarding the girl carefully. So maybe she wasn’t with the Dark XII after all… Still, that didn’t change the fact that she had the feeling of a Heartless about her. And she was armed, Larxene now noticed. If she attacked, well, Larxene’s own knives were a mere flash bolt away.

“If you are looking for a fight, there are none to be had here, it seems…”

(You young people and your cell phones. xD)

[halen2020]

"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.

[Larxene]

Larxene had been anticipating the girl to attack: surely, if she sensed that the girl was a Heartless, then she could have done it vice versa. And yet the girl did nothing, merely voiced his disappointment that the arena was closed… and then proceeded to turn her back to her and attempt to pick the arena’s lock.

The Savage Nymph could not help but smile. She had to admit it; she kinda liked this girl’s course of action: breaking into the arena. Maybe she might as well follow her, and vandalize the arena for her own amusement, or something like that.

Curious, she leaned forward and peered over the girl’s shoulder as she worked.

“Pick locks often?” Larxene inquired nonchalantly, a mischievous grin playing across her lips.

[halen2020]

"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."

[Larxene]

Though the girl felt like a Heartless, Larxene had decided that whoever this girl was, Heartless or just having been near one, she posed no immediate threat to her. Rather… the girl’s intentions, trying to pick the locks to the arena to get inside, was winning points with her. Larxene supposed she could spare some semblance of respect for the girl: whatever she had in mind, if Larxene kept near, would perhaps provide her with the entertainment she sought out.

“A small and sharp object you say?” Larxene mused softly, a tiny grin spreading across her lips. “Let me see…”

He reached her had behind her back, as to not let the other girl see, and in a soft crackle of electricity one of her Foudre appeared. She twirled it around and offered it to the girl, not at all worried. If the girl tried anything on her with it, Larxene could easily call it back to her.

“Perhaps this will do?”


(Kokoran will be jumping in next. If it's alright with everyone, I would like to keep a consistent posting order. Keeps me from getting confuzzled. Dx )

[kokoran714]

( 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!)

[halen2020]

Rose took the knife, and examined it for a moment. "Looks like the nobody symbol. Thats means either you are a fan, or you are one." Rose gently dug the knife it, and felt for the last tumbler. Suddenly, the lock clicked, and the door was open. Rose handed the knife back, and said, "I know what you are, and you can probably sense Halen. Personally, I couldnt care either way. All I wanna do right now is have a little fun. Deal?" Suddenly, someone called out, asking why she was breaking in. She turned, and started laughing. "I hope you dont think that mask is intimidating, man!" she called to the strangely dressed teen.

[Larxene]

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?”

[kokoran714]

Both girls answered Paul's question, the red-head teasing him, whilst the blonde actually answering his question.

Paul smiled whole-heartedly and quickly assured, "I promise: I'd love to see the coliseum when no one's around. But please... Can you wait, maybe one or two days?"

He paused for a moment, trying to find the best way to finish the sentence. He was almost stricken with the air of power eminating from both females, and was about to continue, but both women were already walking through the opening.

The priest sighed, and walked throught the entrance of the coliseum; The mere quietness of the humongous stadium was unerving. It was beautiful, of course, but Paul couldn't shake the feeling of disaster.

Pulling out Corona, only to play some notes to calm his nerves ( That red-headed women's shadow is giving me the creeps!), and broke the silence, pleased he at least got to see the coliseum,"Well, at least we get to see this! I'm Apollotin, by the way. But please, call me Paul."

Paul stopped playing for a moment, as an ominous wind seemed to blow through the coliseum. He began reaching and stroking his lyre's sun decorations...

[halen2020]

"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."

[Larxene]

The boy was, for some odd reason, trying to talk them out of entering the Coliseum. His efforts only served to make Larxene want to get into it all the more. Soon enough the lock was picked and the doors were flung open. She heard the red haired girl complain how the Coliseum was tiny.

Ah, Larxene thought to herself, but there was no better place to watch a bunch of fools locked in mortal combat.

As she continued to take in the empty arena the boy in the strange costume introduced himself as Paul, and shortly after the girl stated herself to be Rose. The name made Larxene inwardly sneer. Rose. A stupid flower – and flowers only served to remind her of one specific Nobody. A Nobody she wasn’t exactly please with at the moment. All thoughts of the floral renegade were quickly dashed though when this Rose went on to introduce her Heartless companion: Halen. She quirked a brow as the girl quite literally dragged the Neoshadow out of her own shadow. An interesting bond these two shared… And she couldn’t help but sense the Heartless’ glare upon her.

“How quaint,” she said softly, lips no longer curled into a smirk but straight and thin. “Since we are all exchanging names, you may call me Xena. Xena Voltaire.” She looked to the bars at the far end of arena. “Now that introductions are done, I am quite curious to see what kind of beasties they keep here for the games.” Her smirk returned. “Maybe we can… ah… have some fun, and let them loose.”

[kokoran714]

Allrighty then. Her name is Rose and her shadows name is... Halenn! I swear that's a heartless, but it seems so much more tame! Rose seems close to it, but I hope it's close to her... And the blonde's name is Xena. Not exactly your common names. I guess they're like Lasire and Lea: not from here. Paul pondered to himself

Rose suddenly called out that she presumed monsters lurked behind the caged bars in the back of the coliseum, and Xena ( That's SUCH a strange name), agreed. Paul noticed Halen's seen resentment of Xena, and had to wonder why in the world the heartless had such a distaste for Xena.

"Xena, Rose... Halen; Um, Rose, is he capable of communicating? Halen, if you do understand me, I mean no insult to your inteligence, but I want to know if it's possible that you can respond to me some way. Er, yes as I was saying to you three, there's many rumors to what lies beyonds those gates.

Some say a monster so powerful lurks there, waiting for someone as mighty as Hercules, who locked it up in the first place, to do battle. Others say, it's a direct portal to the Underworld, and I personally believe that rumor... And before you ask, yes, ton's of baddies live down there. I just hope you'd be willing to help on slaying and clean-up duty after you release a monster."

Paul quickly inhaled after his long-winded explanation, and then decided that there was no chance of swaying his new aquaintence's choice, and switched Corona into bow form.

Suddenly, Paul's sun amulet began to glow, and he had a slight head-ache; the signs his glimpse into the future was about to come true.

"Rose, Halen, Xena, prepare yourselves," An unsettling wind seem to churn behind the gates.

Paul finished, "Looks like you might be getting the fight you wanted."