Helen reappears. She looks around, before walking into Trogs.
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Helen reappears. She looks around, before walking into Trogs.
Therarde eventually gets up and heads into Trog's.
Alena flies over the streets of Town, keeping one eye on her rooftop. She enjoys the feeling of the sun, the wind and the feeling of flying.
Nathaniel walks out of Trog's, into the streets. He begins to wander down the streets, seemingly with little purpose.
((Forgot to post this earlier.))
Bing-Bung's Space Mercenary Guild((coughWGripoffcough))is dropped by a ship inbetween a couple of houses.
Alena spots Alex on the roof and swoops down to land in front of him.
A physical manifestation of Plot appears in front of Nathaniel.
"Hey, buddy, aren't you supposed to be really sick?" He says, poking him provocatively.
"Well, the me that was infected didn't technically exist. But that's really neither here nor there, as I have this." Nathaniel takes hold of an amulet he is wearing on his neck and sticks it out for Plot to see. "Purges my body of disease, and protects me from future infections. What can I say, the OmniShop sells quality goods."
Nathaniel silently wonders what a physical manifestation of plot looks like.
A sonic boom rings out, and thousands of meteor-like objects hurtle toward the ground, one hitting the pavement in front of Trog's.
Deciding the manifiestation has nothing more to say, Nathaniel continues on his way.
He winces at the sonic boom. He heads back towards Trog's, and inspects the metor-like object that has landed in front of it.
The physical manifestation of plot looks like a man with absolutely no features, his skin a slight glowing grey. Every few seconds a key word to some plot flashes by like "Ring" or "Clone."
"Hmm....Alright then, but be wary; I'm watching you."
"And why will you be watching me?" Nathaniel looks over his shoulder at the manifiestation. "And who the Hell are you anyway?"
Alena glides over the streets of Town carrying Alex, she smiles and kisses the top of his head.
Alex puts his arms around Alena's neck gently.
Clay walks down the streets, sunglasses covering his eyes. He's busy looking around, for a certain two people.
Alena grins as the wind whips her hair back, she turns and fights against the pull of gravity to fly straight up.
Alex grips a little bit tighter as they go up.
Alena flies upwards until it gets cold and then folds her wings to drop to a warmer altitude. She settles there and looks down at Alex, Comfy?
Alex looks up and nods, he cuddles closer in her arms.
"You poor, poor fool." Plot says, shaking his head. "I am PLOT! I make sure you fools stay in line."
Alena smiles lovingly at him before she looks back up and sings. She adds in the full compliment of her bardic abilities.
"Plot?" Nathaniel shakes his head. "That's a word, not a name."
"In any other world, I am simply a word, a noun, yes. But here, I govern everyone, even the greater deities."
Nathaniel begins to grasp the concept of Plot somewhat. "And yet, people seem to ignore plots all the time."
Alex sighs and leans his head against Alena.
Three cloaked figures hide in an alleyway.
You know the plan. You two are to only watch this time.
Damnit Xemn...
Quiet! Either follow the orders or I will kill you myself.
"And those infidels will get theirs eventually."
"Well, considering half the Town completely ignores threats to their existance as a whole...good luck with that. For example, that crapamancer. He was publicly talking about enslaving the Town, but no one really gave half a damn."
Kyrian steps out of the tavern and looks straight at the alleyway that Xemnas and the other two are in. He yanks his sunglasses off, his eyes pitch black.
Why won't you guys just DIE!
Using Roixis' ability, A line of lightning fires from Kyrian's eyes and blasts both Roxas and Axel.
Alena kisses his hair once more, Sweetheart, any requests?