Where Nothing Remains...
Behold, what fail role-plays inspire! Hopefully it isn't a miserable pile of dog shit...
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One of the first things the two notice as they exit the portal is that they've appeared in an entry hall of sorts. Dark-tainted stained glass create eerie red shadows crossing the almost-black marble floors, the moon shining through the glass roof above as a solemn reminder of the pale light that had once been so radiant within this world. The castle appears barren, save the sturdy oak doors and furniture, a few pieces snapped in half from what was either a battle between two factions or during an outburst from one of it's previous occupants.
Though, the two residents of the darkness are not alone within the hollow walls.
Above their heads, from the balcony heading towards the dining hall, a small creature can be seen, studying the trespassers carefully as it flies three feet above the floor by the bat-like wings sprouting from where their ears should have been. Even though it is lacking a face, the small, skeletal creature yet laughs, recognizing the power of both. What joy, having two 'guests' with a power similar in strength to it's master! Though, the boy could pose the greatest threat...
The floating skeleton converses with another of it's kind shortly, before floating down to just in front of the two guests. 'It hasss been quite a while sssince massster hasss had guestsss...' it hisses to their minds, unable to communicate otherwise without a mouth. Now that it's closer, it can sense a strange power coming from the boy. Aaahh~ How interesting, indeed! 'What might your busssiness be with usss?' it asks, it's tattered black cape swaying from the breeze it's wings make.
"Merely a business venture," the helmeted boy replies with a wave of his hand. Judging by his response and the woman's turning of the head, he was the only one of them able to understand the whispers it makes. The lesser merely does a twirl in the air, hovering closer to the strange boy. "If you would be so kind as to lead us to this master of yours..."
'But of courssse...,' the Lesser replies, leading the two to a set of oak and wrought-iron doors. They swing open when it places a single skeletal claw on the handle as it leads them into a dark chamber. The only source of light is extinguished as the doors close, only to be replaced by faint glows from beneath their feet. Ten places are aglow, all but one with red magic.
The singular space aglow with blue artificial light, marked as V, is occupied by a feminine figure, bowed in mock prayer. As the light hits her face, she grins, fangs glowing in the darkness. A sadistic giggle escapes her as she stands, pale blue eyes shining. "Ah, the Renevants had mentioned guests... Though, I'm surprised one of you is a Keyblade wielder. Only one has come to the castle and lived to tell the tale, if only barely..." The Nothing's eyes glint with the madness occurring within her very being as she grins to the two armored ones. "I am Haruka, the Fifth Born and sole survivor of the Nothings. Now... what brings you to my humble world?"
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If you were curious... I only allowed Vanitas to understand them because his madness is similar to theirs, except they have no emotional capacities.
*takes a bow, flees*
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One of the first things the two notice as they exit the portal is that they've appeared in an entry hall of sorts. Dark-tainted stained glass create eerie red shadows crossing the almost-black marble floors, the moon shining through the glass roof above as a solemn reminder of the pale light that had once been so radiant within this world. The castle appears barren, save the sturdy oak doors and furniture, a few pieces snapped in half from what was either a battle between two factions or during an outburst from one of it's previous occupants.
Though, the two residents of the darkness are not alone within the hollow walls.
Above their heads, from the balcony heading towards the dining hall, a small creature can be seen, studying the trespassers carefully as it flies three feet above the floor by the bat-like wings sprouting from where their ears should have been. Even though it is lacking a face, the small, skeletal creature yet laughs, recognizing the power of both. What joy, having two 'guests' with a power similar in strength to it's master! Though, the boy could pose the greatest threat...
The floating skeleton converses with another of it's kind shortly, before floating down to just in front of the two guests. 'It hasss been quite a while sssince massster hasss had guestsss...' it hisses to their minds, unable to communicate otherwise without a mouth. Now that it's closer, it can sense a strange power coming from the boy. Aaahh~ How interesting, indeed! 'What might your busssiness be with usss?' it asks, it's tattered black cape swaying from the breeze it's wings make.
"Merely a business venture," the helmeted boy replies with a wave of his hand. Judging by his response and the woman's turning of the head, he was the only one of them able to understand the whispers it makes. The lesser merely does a twirl in the air, hovering closer to the strange boy. "If you would be so kind as to lead us to this master of yours..."
'But of courssse...,' the Lesser replies, leading the two to a set of oak and wrought-iron doors. They swing open when it places a single skeletal claw on the handle as it leads them into a dark chamber. The only source of light is extinguished as the doors close, only to be replaced by faint glows from beneath their feet. Ten places are aglow, all but one with red magic.
The singular space aglow with blue artificial light, marked as V, is occupied by a feminine figure, bowed in mock prayer. As the light hits her face, she grins, fangs glowing in the darkness. A sadistic giggle escapes her as she stands, pale blue eyes shining. "Ah, the Renevants had mentioned guests... Though, I'm surprised one of you is a Keyblade wielder. Only one has come to the castle and lived to tell the tale, if only barely..." The Nothing's eyes glint with the madness occurring within her very being as she grins to the two armored ones. "I am Haruka, the Fifth Born and sole survivor of the Nothings. Now... what brings you to my humble world?"
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If you were curious... I only allowed Vanitas to understand them because his madness is similar to theirs, except they have no emotional capacities.
*takes a bow, flees*