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Post by Larxene on Jul 27, 2011 13:21:22 GMT -5
The initial shock of being alone had worn off in the long days that followed Larxene's awakening about a month ago. She had looked around nearly the entirety of Castle Oblivion and had found no one. The Savage Nymph was curled up with a fashion magazine in the Mission area where all the couches and chairs were.
She must have read this magazine over a hundred times. Tossing it violently into a nearby corner, she stood, brushing her cloak off and headed towards a small kitchenette area, measuring out the coffee took no time at all and she started the machine just a few moments later. It had become utterly and completely boring here..she just hoped one of her fellow members would turn up soon. A bored Larxene is never a good thing.
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Post by nana on Jul 29, 2011 18:39:41 GMT -5
Nana's Journal...entry 221.
This world is odd, that much anyone knows, and yet, it does not mean that it's always doom and gloom. Then again, it's not every day that you venture into a place like the Shadow Lands. Many have come to tell tales of it's apparent danger and dread, and as any adventurer would, I've come to leap into the jaws of the unknown, once more. I'll hope to keep some record of my findings by the time I return, but we can't all keep promises...
-N
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Cold shivers went down the sleuth's spine as she came face to face with a peculiar structure. Teal rooftops protrude about the building, and an ominous wind swirled about the outside, almost telling of an omen. This was Castle Oblivion. Nana pondered in her mind as she took her first steps towards the frontal golden doors, following up with a chuckle under her breath. "Well, well...two seconds of looking at this thing, and it already intrigues me so.", she said as she felt her hand touch the door, giving a slight smirk as she opened...
White. Everything was bright and practically colorless from the inside. From what Nana could see from her lone eyes at the creak of an opening, there was but a long hallway and another pair of double doors, decorated at the side with towering pillars. Nana wormed her way inside, taking a good look around with her mouth open in slight amazement. Facinating. It's doesn't even look like it's aged much at all...if it ever did. Taking one last look around, her steps onto the pearly ground being the only lone sound, Nana came to giggle a bit. Wonder if anyone still lives here...
"Hello?", she said as loud as she could. "Anyone home?...or alive?..."
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Post by axie on Aug 1, 2011 1:32:22 GMT -5
Castle Oblivion as a base of operations sucked.
It sucked before when Axel was actually a part of the Organization, and now that he was on the run, it sucked doubly hard. Anyone could crash the party at any moment and from some of the tapping of footsteps he'd heard around the place, maybe someone already had. He'd only been in the castle about a week, having set up necessities in one of the abandoned guest rooms. Moving the "Storage" sign from the actual storage room to the guest room door wasn't a strategy he expected to work, but so far as he could tell no one had gone snooping yet. If they did and he had to abandon the place, he'd hidden a few emergency supplies in Traverse Town and wouldn't hesitate to flee to Destiny Islands. Hollow Bastion he couldn't touch, not with the Restoration Committee there, but Axel knew that the best place to hide was in the bosom of his enemy--where Xemnas would never think to look.
And so Twilight Town he avoided at all costs.
Ever since waking up and finding himself exactly where he was when he fell asleep that final time, Axel knew the Organization wasn't gone. They just weren't that easy to eliminate, bunch of nothings, and as permanent as their deaths felt to him (especially the ones he'd orchestrated) he couldn't deny what they were. Practically ghosts to begin with. It wouldn't be beyond the realm of possibility for them all to haunt the world with their combined emptiness and mutual, passionless hatred.
But Axel got cocky.
At first he stuck to the shadows, taking passageways through the darkness and hesitating to reveal himself to even the cold and empty white of Oblivion, but after a few days he was using the entryway like a front door. It was more confusing to anyone who tried tracking him--and less risky to Axel himself--to drop himself off at the front of the castle instead of inside it, so when it came to shopping for the necessities that's what he did.
He made his return from the Traverse Town shop with a cardboard box tucked on one shoulder, clinking with Hi-Potions, and a grocery bag including bare essentials and what was certainly ice cream in the other hand. Humming something indistinct, he swaggered up to the front door, pushed its great weight open with his bag hand--
--and froze.
"Hah?"
Who in the hell was this?
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