[Dream]

[marno_malpercio]

[It's a battlefield.  Never the nicest of places to begin with, but this one looks like it was nothing more then a slaughter.  People and dragons lay in a bloody heap, twisted and broken.  Five bodies lay apart from the rest, thrown at angles, and two mechanical puppets lay broken on the ground.  Marno stands, his shirt torn apart, the scars on his

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[petalsofdeath]

[Marluxia stood on the field, his jaw set in ah hard line as he overlooked the descruction. Watching Marno's retreating form in the sky warily, he drew his scythe across the field, drawing a line in the blood-soaked dirt]

[marno_malpercio]

[He stops, distracted, but not by Marluxia. Instead, he kneels by one of the bodies thrown apart from the rest, it's head torn off. The hands that he uses to reposition the body into some semblence of a more peaceful position shake with rage. The words he says are fast and muttered, not to mention in a foreign tongue. He repeats the process with three of the others before noticing Marluxia and the line in the dirt. His tones are calm, detached.]

You're in my way, please move.

[petalsofdeath]

Or what? Am I truly disturbing you here? I am not touching the dead.

[He drew another line in the dirt, parallel to the first.]

[marno_malpercio]

No, but you're in my way.

[Marluxia might realize what Marno means when he looks at the bodies now laying relatively close to side by side. Between two of them is a space, indicating that they're lain by a pattern, most likely oldest to youngest, and that means he is indeed in the Afterling's road.]