ShadowVentus said
Michael walks over to her, his blade still in his hands. "Just who are you? What is your name, even?" He asks.
"I don't know....." She says. "I can't remember....." she sobs before crying and repeating I can't remember.
ShadowVentus said
Michael walks over to her, his blade still in his hands. "Just who are you? What is your name, even?" He asks.
ShadowVentus said
Luckily for Creed, Ventus and Vanitas had canceled their beams and refocused their aim on her, blasting with all sorts of sulfuric acids. Michael does the same as them, attacking her from above.
ShadowVentus said
((Let me guess, I can only hit her with sulfuric acid now. -_-;;)) Michael blocks every slash with his blade, buying enough time for Ventus and Vanitas to lock her in place with beams of light.
ShadowVentus said
"Dark Aura!" Michael shouts as a dark aura blazes around him, causing him to warp around and hit her from every angle possible. "Dark Splicer!" Vanitas calls, doing the same as Michael. "Sonic Blade!" Ventus does the same, except he merely strikes at a very swift pace, taking to the ground.
ShadowVentus said
Michael closes his eyes at this, silently strategizing. He then opens them, fully planning this through. "Sorry, but like I said, I won't you do that." He then summons his own keyblade, , and gets into a fighting stance. Ventus and Vanitas are shocked by this, but they quickly snap out of it and summon their blades as well, getting into fighting stances.
ShadowVentus said
Michael looks at her, confused. "Attack me? Sorry, but I believe this is the first time we've crossed paths, but, if you intend to harm anyone here..." His eyes narrow, slightly hostile. "Then you may as well leave."
ShadowVentus said
Everyone sees you look her way and they do the same, tension stirring in the air. "...."
CreedTheChimera said
((Well... now we wait... wait, why am I using brackets?))Ahh that's better...
CreedTheChimera said
((Ah...))I just sit there then, staring at the ground.
CreedTheChimera said
I sit down, pick up a stick, and write in the dust a bit. Whatever I'm writing is in a complex language, seeming more like drawings than letters. Intricate, winding patterns for a simple letter.((Assuming we're not in some kind of room or something...))