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[b]Berlin, Germany, Ongoing World War 2[/b]
[b]BGM[/b]:[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwcBnjgLQyk]Silencio[/url]
[sub][@ShadowVentus][@Gentlemanvaultboy][/sub]
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Hirutila had seen many abhorrent things in his time as a pirate. The sight of men reduced to nothing more than fleshy puddles of viscera and blood after being crushed, the smell of smoke and charred flesh wafting in the air as he and his men trapped the insubordinate residents of the villages they raided in central buildings to burn after they had become a little too rebellious and insolent. He had heard the screams and cries of his men and the enemy soldiers they faced as they were struck down and fought through their death throes. Yet, despite it all, he found himself uncharacteristically unsettled by the challenge they now faced. 

Not a single sound, even the wind seemed to have died in the aftermath of the cities purge. The Heartless had stripped it of any life like a fungus strips bones of any flesh. Each footstep of the party felt unnatural against the absolute silence. Hirutila cringed each time his feet made contact with the soil. It was loose and soft, like sand, no roots to keep it held together, no insects dwelling within to cultivate it. It was not just the animals that had been exorcised, Hirutila took note of the lack of any kind of plant, no trees, no shrubbery, even the grass had withered away into nothing. "Even the earth feels dead..." he uttered out, his voice showing obvious signs of disturbance.

The party would continue on foot for some time, weaving in and out of the empty shells of buildings, taking back routes to avoid the patroling Heartless. About a third through their treck, Hirutila was becoming annoyed by a cool wind blowing along. He ignored it until finally, he had enough of it. 

"Does anyone else feel that?" he spoke. He was certain he was not losing his mind just yet, the weather was much milder when they departed from the Gummi Ship, perhaps even warm for those not raised in a desert like him. Yet now it was becoming freezing to the point of being unbearable. "It could not have gotten this cold so quickly..."

Hirutila looked up to see the sky above them had become dominated by Heartless, strange ghostlike figures that swarmed above, eyes emitting a bright yellow searchlight onto the streets below. Hirutila quickly dragged his companions into an alleyway. Hoping to get out of sight. As Hirutila turned to look, the sound of a vehicle followed after the ghosts had passed, with men mounted in the back, carrying weapons. Hirutila was unsure of what they carried, only connecting back to what Georgia had spoken with him about earlier concerning guns. Hirutila shuttered at the thought of coming into direct conflict with one of these patrols. 

"Well, it looks like things have gotten a bit harder for us...so what do we do now?"

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[b]Mecca, Green Sahara[/b]
[sub][@Tenma Tendo][@Double][/sub]
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Audry raised her arms up, guarding her face as the explosion scattered sand across the battleground. She had to give props to the guy, he was doing better than she expected. His next display had her all the more surprised. The whip he held, it changed into...a keyblade?! Was that even possible? She had never heard the Nazarenes speak on any such thing. Audry briefly pondered over it. Maybe she was just seeing things, the venom from those spikes Rago had bored into her must be playing tricks with her eyes. 

Audry cracked open the shotgun's barrel, ejecting an empty shell as she started loading up the weapon again. Cracking it back closed, she took aim at the Lost Soul Beast. 

[color=00a651][b]"Silver Bullet!"[/b][/color] she yelled out, as her gun began to glow a luminous white as the weapon became infused with the 'Holy' spell, drawing the attention of the Lost Soul beast. As she held on, the energy welled up in the barrel until it was shining, and Audry pulled hard on the trigger, sending the slug inside rocketing out, trailing a path of holy magic behind it as it traveled towards the Lost Soul Beast. Audry had aimed for the beast's eyes, though she doubted her shotgun had enough accuracy to hit on its mark. No...for that she'd need something a little more precise. Audry extended her arm to the side, as the shotgun materialized away into a pale green mist, only for the mist to fall back into place, taking on a new shape, not that of the shotgun, but a rifle. Audry aimed the weapon up once more. 

Audry positioned herself, though she found herself stumbling around as she tried. The venom was having some rather interesting effects. Oh...had the Lost Soul Beast always been that shade of rainbow? Had Capella been made entirely of fire this entire time? Why was the sun smiling at her?

Audry held her head, a noxious pain radiating inside of it. She wasn't sure how much longer she was going to be able to last like this. They had better hurry up before she was completely out.