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April 1st, 2005

takai_no_tenshi @ 11:19 pm: Aerith's Appearance
((OOC: Okay, I needed to get off my lazy ass and post. XP And I'm just pretty much going to take the idea Yusei gave me. n.n;;))

Aerith walked out of the library in Hallow Bastion, wandering around the castle aimlessly. So far, no Heartless had came across her path, much to her relief, but she knew they were out there, and the thought was less than settling. Her feet seemed to glide across the floor, having lived here for her life, and her green eyes glanced about the place, standing now before the stairway. Something....Something didn't feel right.....

It almost felt like someone else was here, but who? The thought of bumping into Ansem or Sephiroth was enough her blood run cold in her veins, and she almost shuddered at the thought. However, still not willing to back down, she decided to search and find out who it was.

((OOC: Okay, she doens't know where Sephiroth is, being as she would naturally try to avoid him as much as possible. And I'm going to get a Aerith icon soon. n.n;;))

March 25th, 2005

chaotic_riku @ 11:35 am: Hollow Bastion
A moan sounded, from just outside the keyhole in Hollow Bastion, lay a figure on the ground. Riku shifted slightly, his silver hair obscuring his face as he slowly started to get up. Bracing himself on his arms, he lifted his head up slightly to observe where in the nine hells he was.
Hollow Bastion...? He thought dumbly as he pushed himself up a little further, before falling back and resting on his back.
Well. That accomplished nothing. He thought dully as he stared at the ceiling, in a spread eagle position.

Suddenly he burst out laughing, even though his body was sore and hurt like hell everywhere, he was happy, perhaps truly for the first time ever since he left Destiny Islands.
I'm rid of him, I'll never have to see Ansem again. And it'll only be a while till I rid myself of the darkness as well. He thought triumphantly. With a tired sigh, he got up to his elbows, before slowly getting to his feet, though he lacked balance. Stumbling around a bit, he once again observed his surroundings.

Now... where the hell should I go? His next thought was the cliche one, and funnily enough, he had absolutely no clue.
Well, I just wanna get the hell out of here, I hate this place and all it stands for. Riku thought angrily as a small flash of scorn crossed his face. Regaining composure, he walked out the door and into the maze of Hollow Bastion.

(OOC: *waves* Hi ppl! I am your brand shiny new Riku mun. XD I just feel so sorry for Riku though, thinks he's free of Ansem and... T_T Lol.)

March 22nd, 2005

novastrike @ 07:49 pm: In the Coliseum, in the Arena...
((Something to keep Sora amused. *Snrk* The General's little secret.))

Sephiroth sat, sharpening Masamune, emerald green eyes watching the middle of the Arena typically sectioned off in tournaments. Normally, he was there, fighting with Cloud. It was a match everyone adored watching. Atleast, nearly everyone. Personally, the former General of Hollow Bastion felt it increased tension between the two warriors and it irked him. For now, he was contented to guard what he deemed his "Dirty little Secret". It truly wasn't dirty at all; simply... Something he felt should not be made public. And it was better that way as well, he assured himself.

The Halberd sliced through the air as the General's charge finished her attack. Wiping sweat from her brow, the teen with the punk hair turned to face Sephiroth, awaiting his judgement of manuvers. Her golden-green eyes were cool and collected, though people would call her a punk because her brown hair had a bizzare white streak, on her left side, starting at the temple.

Sephiroth frowned disapproval.

"Andrea." The General chastized. "You move stiffly. Even Leon could knock you out if you move stiffly, because it makes you sluggish. Again."

The General issued the command as he continued watching, a drill sargent to his troops when they disobeyed orders. He hoped the entire world hadn't heard him yelling, or he'd be exposed.

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