Chapter XII: No, I'm not starting the chapter yet. Strange, bizarre ranting
first. The finest that my crazed mind can offer ^_^
As for the test I suffered through, I can safely say that I was able to answer four questions.
One was about my name. The other was about the date.
The other two I'm not too sure about, I don't think I was sure then either. Oh well. I might be able to convince my amazingly low grade that it's actually a good one, and therefore survive another school year. Not too sure about that though, as I wasn't even able to convince the test otherwise. I guess I'll have to use my massive, god-like powers of something or other (Haven't decided yet. Guess I'm the god of indecision so far ^_^ FEAR ALL THOSE DECISIVE STUFF THAT STANDS IN YOUR WAY, FOR IT HAS COME FROM ME!)
Hehe, I'm having fun up here. It snowed again. SNOWBALLS FOR EVERYONE! MWUHAHAHA!!!!!!. . .
Sorry the chapter's a bit late. I was assaulted by a pack of rampant games. The RPG breed, very nasty (Vagrant Story, Alundra 2, and on a side note, the CHEAT O MATIC!(MWUHAHAHA! NO MORE ARE THE DIGITAL CODINGS SAFE FROM ME! P|-|34R |\/| |_4CK 0F D!G!74|_ 37|-|!C5!) After I was able to tear myself away from them (just barely. Sometimes I go into a relapse of playing them ^_^)
Anyway, my teachers noticed the shocking amount of 'non-homework' (hey, I'm improving my English skills, for the love of sugar) related work, and have therein told this to my mom, the evil tyrant of my household. Now, I get a full three hours to do what I need on the machine, and then back to the books! EVIL! SINISTER SCHEMES, I SAY! RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN, PUNY MORTALS! THE EVIL IS UPON US! GWAH! THEY GOT ME! AGGH!
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Damn, that was quick. Guess I haven't got a real rant going on after all. -_- I'm sad. No rants. . .
That sucks ass.
Anyway, I'd like to thank Kao Megura for making such a wonderful walkthrough (Not that I needed it ^_^) that I could use as reference whenever I simply couldn't remember ANYTHING. Much details and so forth. Good job!
This short lil' chapter will be used to depict a (Take heed to the little 'a' here, for there will be more battles!) battle between Ghost, Wraith, Spectre and Nox Seran. Lez get it on!
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Chapter XII: Demonic Showdown
Ghost followed the snake demon down the stairs (Nox Seran was making painful progress down them. Ever tried sliding down stairs on your stomach? Not a pleasant experience, as you can probably imagine.) and into the vast hallway below.
As ghost laid his foot on the last stair, he noticed Wraith and Spectre walking out into the hallway, cutting off Nox Seran. Ghost smiled. Sometimes mental linkage could kick severe ass. Especially when a responsible person like Wraith had it.
Nox Seran turned around, and caught a glance of Ghost.
"I thought I smelt something dead. But now I realize it's you." He said nastily.
Ghost smiled. It wasn't a particularly nice sight, as the only part of his face that was showing was his mouth, the rest being hid by that wide hat.
"Wraith, Spectre, would you mind if I had this one to myself? I wasn't able to finish the job before, and I do SO hate to leave a job unfinished."
Wraith's dead, calm face didn't move. He merely flicked his hand and nodded, showing that it was all the same for him, really. Nox Seran turned around to face his single opponent.
"So, confident are we? Lets see what tricks you can pull."
And with lightening quick speed Nox Seran launched himself from his spot, with a mad smile slapped across his face. The huge mallet smashed down towards Ghost, but the thing wasn't there anymore. With a twist of his cloak, he vanished once more, and reappeared behind Nox Seran, and drove his elbow soundly into the demons back. Nox Seran collapsed onto the ground, but quickly wrapped his coils around Ghosts legs.
Nox Seran twisted his lower portion violently, and Ghost fell to the ground. Nox Seran pushed himself up, at the same time as lifting Ghost by his feet.
The thing glared intently at Nox Seran, with his arms dangling loosely to the sides.
"Nice trick you've got there, but it's a bit old fashioned." Nox Seran hefted his massive mallet once again. With a flick of his tail he sent Ghost up into the air. It took only a moments notice for gravity to pull him down again. And as he came down, Nox Seran swung the hammer with blurring speed.
Ghost flew through the air, smashed into unconsciousness by the massive mallet. He slammed into the wall with a sickeningly loud crunch. The still body of Ghost collapsed to the ground soon after, having already successfully made a new form of wall art, which was frighteningly red.
Wraith watched all this with calm, calculating eyes.
Nox Seran was breathing hard from his exerting this much strength after so long of dormancy, but the battle lust was returning to him. Killing was the thing he did best. That was why he was on the Council in the first place.
"Whose next?!" He spat, shouldering his hammer.
Wraith turned his head to Spectre, commanding him what to do without words. The ragged man turned his blazing blue eyes towards Nox Seran.
"You have damaged my brother, demon." He said. He smiled, flashing those wickedly sharp teeth. "His honour demands your death. Not once, but twice has he failed us."
Spectre laughed. It echoed, resounded, and reverberated around the room. Just when it was beginning to annoy Nox Seran, Spectre stopped. That smile was even wider now, and those eyes seemed to sparkle with merriment.
"But Ghost is an arrogant snot, and deserved all that he got. I'll fight you for the pleasure of fighting."
Nox Seran snorted.
"Why do they always talk big?*" And hefted his mallet. "You might want to grab a weapon, Half-Breed. Your little body can't take much damage."
Spectre laughed again.
"I AM a weapon!" And with that he held his hands together, summoning an energy globe. "My magic is the only weapon I need." And with that he hurled the globe.
Nox Seran agilely dodged it, laughing as it sped by.
"You think you can beat me with THOSE? Try again, Half-Breed scum!"
"Who said that was that, eh?" Spectre laughed, and moved his arms in a swirling motion, and put them together. "THIS is where the FUN begins."
Nox Seran turned around, to see the globe was hurtling towards him once again. Nox Seran dodged once more, but the globe swerved around to try to hit him again.
"So you have the magic to back those words up, eh? Well, lets see some demon magic in action!" Nox Seran threw his mallet away, and grabbed the globe as it sped by. It instantly dissipated. Nox Seran grinned. He mumbled something, and felt the winds** of magic swirl around him.
"Infernus!" Nox Seran shouted, and felt the Magical stress around him suddenly jolt into action. The room began to get distinctly warmer, as magic as old as the Cetra's began to unwind itself.
A wreath of fire circled around Spectre, who was looking at the whole spectacle with mild interest. Suddenly the flames shot inwards, wrapping him in their spectacular blaze. Spectre gave a shout of surprise, and quickly began summoning a counter spell. But the Infernus spell had already taken its toll, and was burning away at spectre. The Half-Breed couldn't compose himself long enough to start the counter spell, and was soon reduced to ashes.
Wraith was left all alone. Nox Seran turned his head to look at the solitary warrior. His ace had hardly moved at all. His hands were inside his pockets, and look of serene calm-ness was on his face. Nox Seran grinned well naturedly.
"Well, do you want to try you luck as well?"
The lone warrior stood still. His eyes stared forward. Nox Seran cocked his head to one side. Was he trying to summon something? Maybe call upon help?
Suddenly it stirred. Its right hand was pulled out of its pocket, and went for the massive, slender sword on its back. Nox Seran squinted his eyes. Hadn't he seen that hilt before? Especially those runes. They looked so familiar.
"Revive." It whispered.
The remains of Ghost and Spectre flashed with a bright light, and the once dead bodies began rapidly healing. (Or in Spectre's case, becoming un- burnt) Their grinning faces leered at Nox Seran.
The snake demon scoffed.
"You brought them back to life? How pitiful."
Wraith narrowed his eyes.
"THEY MAY BE WEAK, BUT THEY ARE MY BRETHREN, AND THE EACH HAVE THEIR USES. FIGHTING ISN'T ONE OF THEM." A voice said into Nox Seran's mind. The demon laughed.
"Hahahaha! I see you know our little secret, Half-Breed scum! What other of our knowledge has fallen into your degenerate hands?"
The calm, almost desolate face of Wraith sneered.
"ENOUGH."
There was only a flash of light as Wraith drew his massive blade. He dashed forward, holding his sword down low. As he approached Nox Serna he leapt up into the air, slashing upwards with his sword. Nox Seran barely managed to avoid being disembowelled by this attack, and swiped with his mallet at the falling Wraith. To his great astonishment the mallet passed right through, unhindered by Wraith.
Wraith brought smashed the sword hilt into Nox Seran's face, and as the demon recoiled, he swiped the sword at the exposed throat. Nox Seran parried the blow with his mallet, but the force of the blow snapped it in two. He threw the broken weapon away, readily accepting his own clawed hands as his weapons.
The two backed away, waiting for an opening to expose.
Nox Seran could easily tell why the other two had so easily followed his orders, or asked permission to do something. This one was a great deal more powerful than they were, and knew the secrets of demon magic. Nox Seran snorted. It would take more than those dusty old spells to defeat him.
Nox Seran was sneaking his tail over to the feet of Wraith, all the time keeping up a steady circling. Finally, when his tail was close enough, Wraith leapt forward. The massive blade moved in an upwards ark, aimed at Nox Seran's midrift. The snake demon flung himself backwards, landing on the ground with a loud smack. The blade passed harmlessly by.
But apparently Wraith had been expecting something of this nature. While the blade flew upwards, he let it go, freeing his hands of its hilt. The second he let go, it vanished and reappeared in his sheath. With his hands free, he rapidly began using them. He grabbed Nox Seran by the tail, and swung the demon around. The world began to spin as he began to revolve around Wraith. Around and around he spun, faster and faster. AS he gained speed he was lifted from the ground, and the air whistled around him.
And then suddenly he stopped. Something had stopped him, and was still stopping him. Now that he had stopped revolving, however, gravity came back with a furious vengeance. Nox Seran fell to the ground with a loud 'oomph'.
The demon shook his head, and pushed his himself upwards. After this he began a search of whatever stopped him.
It was a short search.
There, standing with one hand outstretched, was quite possibly the most evil person ever to have crawled out of hell. A black coat, similar to the one Wraith and his brethren were wearing, flowed majestically out, and blew in a non-existent wind. Except his were covered with intricate, crimson symbols of power, and was longer. A platinum plate pauldron crowned his left shoulder, its three plates long and narrow, so it jutted outward, slicing the air. Around his hip lay a golden belt, polished and finely kept. A sheath was carefully strapped to it, and a sinister sword hilt stuck out of it. The person's left hand rested on this hilt, calmly daring Wraith to show exactly what he thought of this intrusion. Short, silvery hair jutted upward and backward, with the exception of a single bang that dropped down over his right eye. His skin was a silvery tinge, and radiated a weak light. Crowning this cruel apparition was a pair of emerald green eyes. Green eyes, that burned with a magical power that Nox Seran could only dream of. A thin. But distinct scar ran across his right eye, and crossed with another below it. The thing smile, having found the extreme pleasure of pissing Wraith off.
"She has new orders, Wraith. The demon is not to be harmed. Under ANY circumstances short of an attempt on The Prince Of Darkness's life. It is her will." The person said with a smug smile. It regarded Nox Seran with its green eyes.
"Be grateful of her mercy, demon, not even the shadowlord would be able to protect you from Wraith."
Wraith sneered.
"GO BACK TO YOUR ARMY, LACKEY. THE DEMON IS *OUR* QUARRY." He telepathically boomed, turning his attention away from Nox Seran.
The thing's smile only widened.
"It is not MY will you will be defying should you continue persecuting the demon. It is HERS." He stated, and turned away. "We expect the Prince's arrival soon, Wraith. She grows impatient." And with that he simply faded from view, slowly vanishing.
Nox Seran wobbled slightly on his stomach (Or tail. God knows I don't know the right word for what he stands on.) and slithered up to Wraith.
"I take it you two aren't friends?" He asked, momentarily forgetting that he had nearly been thrown into a wall by this person.
Wraith sneered and walked away. There was an air about him that spoke volumes of just what he thought of this person. Very little.
"HE IS NOTHING BUT A JUMPED UP MERCENARY. UPON OUT PRINCE'S ARRIVAL HE BE FORCED AWAY." He said, clenching his hands together. "AND IF HE DOESN'T, THEN AN 'ACCIDENT' WILL HAPPEN. A FATAL ONE."
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*: This has been something that's been bothering me for a long time. Why are quasi-evil people always talking big? Example: Vegeta, Magus, Reno. Does it run in the characterization? Are they all somehow, freakishly related?
**: Why does wind always come when somebody is using magic? (Ie. The black wind, winds of change, that strange wind that always appears in anime just when someone's said something really dramatic, that wind that's always blowing women's skirt^_^.) Where does it all come from? Does magic create some sort of vacuum? Is magic a black hole? Or am I just being overly dramatic? Or am I merely strange and/or deranged?
Yes, I know this was probably boring, but I'm playing games with my brother, and I need a brief relief of violence to get back on track. Next chapter will have stuff about Vincent and Yuffie, Jarred, Joan and Elena, Cloud And Tifa and Seph X, I swear.
As for the test I suffered through, I can safely say that I was able to answer four questions.
One was about my name. The other was about the date.
The other two I'm not too sure about, I don't think I was sure then either. Oh well. I might be able to convince my amazingly low grade that it's actually a good one, and therefore survive another school year. Not too sure about that though, as I wasn't even able to convince the test otherwise. I guess I'll have to use my massive, god-like powers of something or other (Haven't decided yet. Guess I'm the god of indecision so far ^_^ FEAR ALL THOSE DECISIVE STUFF THAT STANDS IN YOUR WAY, FOR IT HAS COME FROM ME!)
Hehe, I'm having fun up here. It snowed again. SNOWBALLS FOR EVERYONE! MWUHAHAHA!!!!!!. . .
Sorry the chapter's a bit late. I was assaulted by a pack of rampant games. The RPG breed, very nasty (Vagrant Story, Alundra 2, and on a side note, the CHEAT O MATIC!(MWUHAHAHA! NO MORE ARE THE DIGITAL CODINGS SAFE FROM ME! P|-|34R |\/| |_4CK 0F D!G!74|_ 37|-|!C5!) After I was able to tear myself away from them (just barely. Sometimes I go into a relapse of playing them ^_^)
Anyway, my teachers noticed the shocking amount of 'non-homework' (hey, I'm improving my English skills, for the love of sugar) related work, and have therein told this to my mom, the evil tyrant of my household. Now, I get a full three hours to do what I need on the machine, and then back to the books! EVIL! SINISTER SCHEMES, I SAY! RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN, PUNY MORTALS! THE EVIL IS UPON US! GWAH! THEY GOT ME! AGGH!
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Damn, that was quick. Guess I haven't got a real rant going on after all. -_- I'm sad. No rants. . .
That sucks ass.
Anyway, I'd like to thank Kao Megura for making such a wonderful walkthrough (Not that I needed it ^_^) that I could use as reference whenever I simply couldn't remember ANYTHING. Much details and so forth. Good job!
This short lil' chapter will be used to depict a (Take heed to the little 'a' here, for there will be more battles!) battle between Ghost, Wraith, Spectre and Nox Seran. Lez get it on!
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Chapter XII: Demonic Showdown
Ghost followed the snake demon down the stairs (Nox Seran was making painful progress down them. Ever tried sliding down stairs on your stomach? Not a pleasant experience, as you can probably imagine.) and into the vast hallway below.
As ghost laid his foot on the last stair, he noticed Wraith and Spectre walking out into the hallway, cutting off Nox Seran. Ghost smiled. Sometimes mental linkage could kick severe ass. Especially when a responsible person like Wraith had it.
Nox Seran turned around, and caught a glance of Ghost.
"I thought I smelt something dead. But now I realize it's you." He said nastily.
Ghost smiled. It wasn't a particularly nice sight, as the only part of his face that was showing was his mouth, the rest being hid by that wide hat.
"Wraith, Spectre, would you mind if I had this one to myself? I wasn't able to finish the job before, and I do SO hate to leave a job unfinished."
Wraith's dead, calm face didn't move. He merely flicked his hand and nodded, showing that it was all the same for him, really. Nox Seran turned around to face his single opponent.
"So, confident are we? Lets see what tricks you can pull."
And with lightening quick speed Nox Seran launched himself from his spot, with a mad smile slapped across his face. The huge mallet smashed down towards Ghost, but the thing wasn't there anymore. With a twist of his cloak, he vanished once more, and reappeared behind Nox Seran, and drove his elbow soundly into the demons back. Nox Seran collapsed onto the ground, but quickly wrapped his coils around Ghosts legs.
Nox Seran twisted his lower portion violently, and Ghost fell to the ground. Nox Seran pushed himself up, at the same time as lifting Ghost by his feet.
The thing glared intently at Nox Seran, with his arms dangling loosely to the sides.
"Nice trick you've got there, but it's a bit old fashioned." Nox Seran hefted his massive mallet once again. With a flick of his tail he sent Ghost up into the air. It took only a moments notice for gravity to pull him down again. And as he came down, Nox Seran swung the hammer with blurring speed.
Ghost flew through the air, smashed into unconsciousness by the massive mallet. He slammed into the wall with a sickeningly loud crunch. The still body of Ghost collapsed to the ground soon after, having already successfully made a new form of wall art, which was frighteningly red.
Wraith watched all this with calm, calculating eyes.
Nox Seran was breathing hard from his exerting this much strength after so long of dormancy, but the battle lust was returning to him. Killing was the thing he did best. That was why he was on the Council in the first place.
"Whose next?!" He spat, shouldering his hammer.
Wraith turned his head to Spectre, commanding him what to do without words. The ragged man turned his blazing blue eyes towards Nox Seran.
"You have damaged my brother, demon." He said. He smiled, flashing those wickedly sharp teeth. "His honour demands your death. Not once, but twice has he failed us."
Spectre laughed. It echoed, resounded, and reverberated around the room. Just when it was beginning to annoy Nox Seran, Spectre stopped. That smile was even wider now, and those eyes seemed to sparkle with merriment.
"But Ghost is an arrogant snot, and deserved all that he got. I'll fight you for the pleasure of fighting."
Nox Seran snorted.
"Why do they always talk big?*" And hefted his mallet. "You might want to grab a weapon, Half-Breed. Your little body can't take much damage."
Spectre laughed again.
"I AM a weapon!" And with that he held his hands together, summoning an energy globe. "My magic is the only weapon I need." And with that he hurled the globe.
Nox Seran agilely dodged it, laughing as it sped by.
"You think you can beat me with THOSE? Try again, Half-Breed scum!"
"Who said that was that, eh?" Spectre laughed, and moved his arms in a swirling motion, and put them together. "THIS is where the FUN begins."
Nox Seran turned around, to see the globe was hurtling towards him once again. Nox Seran dodged once more, but the globe swerved around to try to hit him again.
"So you have the magic to back those words up, eh? Well, lets see some demon magic in action!" Nox Seran threw his mallet away, and grabbed the globe as it sped by. It instantly dissipated. Nox Seran grinned. He mumbled something, and felt the winds** of magic swirl around him.
"Infernus!" Nox Seran shouted, and felt the Magical stress around him suddenly jolt into action. The room began to get distinctly warmer, as magic as old as the Cetra's began to unwind itself.
A wreath of fire circled around Spectre, who was looking at the whole spectacle with mild interest. Suddenly the flames shot inwards, wrapping him in their spectacular blaze. Spectre gave a shout of surprise, and quickly began summoning a counter spell. But the Infernus spell had already taken its toll, and was burning away at spectre. The Half-Breed couldn't compose himself long enough to start the counter spell, and was soon reduced to ashes.
Wraith was left all alone. Nox Seran turned his head to look at the solitary warrior. His ace had hardly moved at all. His hands were inside his pockets, and look of serene calm-ness was on his face. Nox Seran grinned well naturedly.
"Well, do you want to try you luck as well?"
The lone warrior stood still. His eyes stared forward. Nox Seran cocked his head to one side. Was he trying to summon something? Maybe call upon help?
Suddenly it stirred. Its right hand was pulled out of its pocket, and went for the massive, slender sword on its back. Nox Seran squinted his eyes. Hadn't he seen that hilt before? Especially those runes. They looked so familiar.
"Revive." It whispered.
The remains of Ghost and Spectre flashed with a bright light, and the once dead bodies began rapidly healing. (Or in Spectre's case, becoming un- burnt) Their grinning faces leered at Nox Seran.
The snake demon scoffed.
"You brought them back to life? How pitiful."
Wraith narrowed his eyes.
"THEY MAY BE WEAK, BUT THEY ARE MY BRETHREN, AND THE EACH HAVE THEIR USES. FIGHTING ISN'T ONE OF THEM." A voice said into Nox Seran's mind. The demon laughed.
"Hahahaha! I see you know our little secret, Half-Breed scum! What other of our knowledge has fallen into your degenerate hands?"
The calm, almost desolate face of Wraith sneered.
"ENOUGH."
There was only a flash of light as Wraith drew his massive blade. He dashed forward, holding his sword down low. As he approached Nox Serna he leapt up into the air, slashing upwards with his sword. Nox Seran barely managed to avoid being disembowelled by this attack, and swiped with his mallet at the falling Wraith. To his great astonishment the mallet passed right through, unhindered by Wraith.
Wraith brought smashed the sword hilt into Nox Seran's face, and as the demon recoiled, he swiped the sword at the exposed throat. Nox Seran parried the blow with his mallet, but the force of the blow snapped it in two. He threw the broken weapon away, readily accepting his own clawed hands as his weapons.
The two backed away, waiting for an opening to expose.
Nox Seran could easily tell why the other two had so easily followed his orders, or asked permission to do something. This one was a great deal more powerful than they were, and knew the secrets of demon magic. Nox Seran snorted. It would take more than those dusty old spells to defeat him.
Nox Seran was sneaking his tail over to the feet of Wraith, all the time keeping up a steady circling. Finally, when his tail was close enough, Wraith leapt forward. The massive blade moved in an upwards ark, aimed at Nox Seran's midrift. The snake demon flung himself backwards, landing on the ground with a loud smack. The blade passed harmlessly by.
But apparently Wraith had been expecting something of this nature. While the blade flew upwards, he let it go, freeing his hands of its hilt. The second he let go, it vanished and reappeared in his sheath. With his hands free, he rapidly began using them. He grabbed Nox Seran by the tail, and swung the demon around. The world began to spin as he began to revolve around Wraith. Around and around he spun, faster and faster. AS he gained speed he was lifted from the ground, and the air whistled around him.
And then suddenly he stopped. Something had stopped him, and was still stopping him. Now that he had stopped revolving, however, gravity came back with a furious vengeance. Nox Seran fell to the ground with a loud 'oomph'.
The demon shook his head, and pushed his himself upwards. After this he began a search of whatever stopped him.
It was a short search.
There, standing with one hand outstretched, was quite possibly the most evil person ever to have crawled out of hell. A black coat, similar to the one Wraith and his brethren were wearing, flowed majestically out, and blew in a non-existent wind. Except his were covered with intricate, crimson symbols of power, and was longer. A platinum plate pauldron crowned his left shoulder, its three plates long and narrow, so it jutted outward, slicing the air. Around his hip lay a golden belt, polished and finely kept. A sheath was carefully strapped to it, and a sinister sword hilt stuck out of it. The person's left hand rested on this hilt, calmly daring Wraith to show exactly what he thought of this intrusion. Short, silvery hair jutted upward and backward, with the exception of a single bang that dropped down over his right eye. His skin was a silvery tinge, and radiated a weak light. Crowning this cruel apparition was a pair of emerald green eyes. Green eyes, that burned with a magical power that Nox Seran could only dream of. A thin. But distinct scar ran across his right eye, and crossed with another below it. The thing smile, having found the extreme pleasure of pissing Wraith off.
"She has new orders, Wraith. The demon is not to be harmed. Under ANY circumstances short of an attempt on The Prince Of Darkness's life. It is her will." The person said with a smug smile. It regarded Nox Seran with its green eyes.
"Be grateful of her mercy, demon, not even the shadowlord would be able to protect you from Wraith."
Wraith sneered.
"GO BACK TO YOUR ARMY, LACKEY. THE DEMON IS *OUR* QUARRY." He telepathically boomed, turning his attention away from Nox Seran.
The thing's smile only widened.
"It is not MY will you will be defying should you continue persecuting the demon. It is HERS." He stated, and turned away. "We expect the Prince's arrival soon, Wraith. She grows impatient." And with that he simply faded from view, slowly vanishing.
Nox Seran wobbled slightly on his stomach (Or tail. God knows I don't know the right word for what he stands on.) and slithered up to Wraith.
"I take it you two aren't friends?" He asked, momentarily forgetting that he had nearly been thrown into a wall by this person.
Wraith sneered and walked away. There was an air about him that spoke volumes of just what he thought of this person. Very little.
"HE IS NOTHING BUT A JUMPED UP MERCENARY. UPON OUT PRINCE'S ARRIVAL HE BE FORCED AWAY." He said, clenching his hands together. "AND IF HE DOESN'T, THEN AN 'ACCIDENT' WILL HAPPEN. A FATAL ONE."
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*: This has been something that's been bothering me for a long time. Why are quasi-evil people always talking big? Example: Vegeta, Magus, Reno. Does it run in the characterization? Are they all somehow, freakishly related?
**: Why does wind always come when somebody is using magic? (Ie. The black wind, winds of change, that strange wind that always appears in anime just when someone's said something really dramatic, that wind that's always blowing women's skirt^_^.) Where does it all come from? Does magic create some sort of vacuum? Is magic a black hole? Or am I just being overly dramatic? Or am I merely strange and/or deranged?
Yes, I know this was probably boring, but I'm playing games with my brother, and I need a brief relief of violence to get back on track. Next chapter will have stuff about Vincent and Yuffie, Jarred, Joan and Elena, Cloud And Tifa and Seph X, I swear.
