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Post by Golurkcanfly on Oct 14, 2015 17:55:31 GMT -6
"So, what will we be taking? Someone that can heal?" Cyprian poked Blair to get her attention.
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Post by GX1997 on Oct 14, 2015 18:36:01 GMT -6
"That may help, but if we can't recruit a healer it shouldn't prove too problematic. In most worlds healers aren't all that rare. Good healers are, but average healers can be found in every town, and surely some of them could be convinced to join the party for the right wage. When we go to Gran Pulse we'll be sure to bring a healer from here, but I don't think it will be an issue when we visit World A."
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Oct 14, 2015 18:36:55 GMT -6
"How do you know that much about World A?"
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Post by GX1997 on Oct 14, 2015 20:32:32 GMT -6
"I may have popped in there a time or two before I learned how to control my Star Shard..." Blair said as she rubbed the back of her head.
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Oct 14, 2015 20:37:34 GMT -6
"Silly Blair..." Cyprian shook his head. "So when are we leaving?"
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Post by AlmosDug on Oct 15, 2015 2:02:51 GMT -6
As the boy before him began haphazardly launching fireballs, Jenka began dodging them, twisting his body in whatever awkward manner was convenient at the moment. As a fireball skid across his thigh, he looked up just in time to see Mark cast Firaja. For a moment, his eyes widened, before he was ravaged by the flames. "Son of a-" The entire cacophony radiating throughout Twilight Town from the Heartless quieted itself while they awaited their leader's confirmed safety.
Rocketing out of the flames, blood charred over a majority of the left side of his body, Jenka tore open a large corridor of darkness beneath the Keyblade wielder. "Fade away. You deserve no more than the door!"
Naria stared at the ceiling as she considered what to do. She'd been offered an awful lot of freedom. "I guess I'll head off to check on my little cluster of worlds. I think the World of Ruin is the closest? My usual team of a Sniper, Assassin, and Samurai will work just fine. Although, a Dragoon will be really helpful in my workd, potentially, given the dragons there. Maybe I'll swap out the Samurai." Looking to Blair and Cyprian, the Viking turned her head on its side slightly. "I could probably meet up with you guys for Gran Pulse, if you think you'll need me. Moran, are you gonna want us to keep in contact?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2015 15:21:18 GMT -6
Mark was aware of the feeling of falling; the ground gave way from its firm surface, feeling mush-like. His foot sunk into the darkness, and he struggled to pull himself out. His arms flailed; the corridor was up to his neck. "N—!" The last letter was loss as the darkness covered his mouth. The last thing Mark saw were the Heartless converging on his hometown. And then he was falling and falling, traveling in a multi-colored trail, yet still falling and falling.
His eyes became heavy, and then he was lulled into sleep, the corridor closing in a slow manner with one glimpse of Twilight Town. A memory came over him, and suddenly he was another person living another life. Someone was calling his name, but it far away, so very far.
"—an! Co...ay...ith....e!"
And then it was gone, and he was truly asleep, blanketed by feelings of warmth and calm.
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