some time later, from up above...euchresJanuary 16 2011, 19:05:12 UTC
[ ... you can hear the usual Izaya noises. Maniacal laughter, the clashing and clanking of those anti-suicide bots: it's all there. Lizardmen invasions will never take these bare essentials away from Cydonia.
Only this time, there's a splash just outside that window Roxas is near. A shout pierces the atmosphere -- "CLEAR!" ... about a minute too late. Soap is everywhere now, leaking in through the broken windows, crawling down the tower walls, and cascading over the lizardmen who try with all their might to keep their grip on the slippery surface.
Maidbots to the rescue! They whirr down the sides and in the aftermath of their appearance, a very familiar, fur-ruffed coat whips over the broken glass on the sill. Two hands, each with their own gleaming silver ring, clasp over it and, soon enough, there's a leering grin peeking in from outside to complete the picture. ]
Gtfo, Izaya, Roxas is making ice sculptures. :Bkey_destinationJanuary 16 2011, 19:14:24 UTC
[There's no "Welcome back~" for you, Izaya. Instead, Roxas just stares back as if he has just seen a pig fly; slightly unamused yet somewhat in awe.]
I sent you a text. Where's your communicator? [One of the electrocuted lizards starts to get up slowly, but with an upward swing of the keyblade, a jolt of electricity shoots from the ceiling and stops its movement again.]
OUT OF LIZARDS?! :OeuchresJanuary 16 2011, 19:25:03 UTC
[ The emotion Izaya is trying to pass off here is probably 'perturbed', but really, he looks like he's having a grand old time swinging from a ledge with a lizard-infested six-story drop below his dazzling designer boots. ]
What's with the interrogation? I haven't even gotten inside yet!
There's an endless supply outside. :lakey_destinationJanuary 16 2011, 19:34:33 UTC
Does it matter? We can't waste time! [Yes, Roxas is in MISSION mode.]
I have to go hunt down Sora-- gotta make sure he hasn't gotten himself killed while I've been running around. After that, I'm heading out to find the source.
[ As the video feed clicks on Sora can be seen carrying a heavy, jagged chunk of scrap that he'd managed to find on the floor, tossed over his shoulder much like one might carry a baseball bat. ]
I'm fine, but thanks for the offer!
[ He heaves a great breath, letting out a call that could only be described as a battle cry as his makeshift club comes down on the head of one of the monsters trying to make their way through the windows.
[Roxas watches and is generally amused by the little show, but there's a seriousness in his tone that clearly hints he's partially concerned.]
Look, I know that we're both not as strong when we're without the keyblade, but I still have magic. [And now he just teases.] So you're going to take the keyblade whether you like it or not. Got it?
[Roxas rolls his eyes, but the grin doesn't leave his face.]
Heh, you'd be surprised. Meet you in...30 seconds. [And click! The feed is off and Roxas is already working on a dark corridor close to Sora, but far enough away so he can't see the end portal. Once he switches locations, he walks around a corner or two and spots Sora.]
[The audio clicks on he's pretty much yelling as he continues to fight. Roxas isn't the only one defending their "home," but unlike him, the silver-haired teen isn't able to heal himself, and he needs to constantly make sure that Dende is safe and OUT OF THE WAY. If that little guy knew that Gokudera was fighting and could get hurt, he'd never be able to shake him off]
Idiot! I always have it with me! I think this place can handle a little as long as the hits are dead-on!!
Whoa! Hey- don't cry! I just talked to Gokudera and he's perfectly fine. [Thinking fast.] But he's using a lot of dynamite right now, so it would be a bad idea to get close to him. How long can you fly, Dende?
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Only this time, there's a splash just outside that window Roxas is near. A shout pierces the atmosphere -- "CLEAR!" ... about a minute too late. Soap is everywhere now, leaking in through the broken windows, crawling down the tower walls, and cascading over the lizardmen who try with all their might to keep their grip on the slippery surface.
Maidbots to the rescue! They whirr down the sides and in the aftermath of their appearance, a very familiar, fur-ruffed coat whips over the broken glass on the sill. Two hands, each with their own gleaming silver ring, clasp over it and, soon enough, there's a leering grin peeking in from outside to complete the picture. ]
Ahhh. Home sweet home.
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I sent you a text. Where's your communicator? [One of the electrocuted lizards starts to get up slowly, but with an upward swing of the keyblade, a jolt of electricity shoots from the ceiling and stops its movement again.]
And what was all that about?
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What's with the interrogation? I haven't even gotten inside yet!
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I have to go hunt down Sora-- gotta make sure he hasn't gotten himself killed while I've been running around. After that, I'm heading out to find the source.
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I'm fine, but thanks for the offer!
[ He heaves a great breath, letting out a call that could only be described as a battle cry as his makeshift club comes down on the head of one of the monsters trying to make their way through the windows.
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Look, I know that we're both not as strong when we're without the keyblade, but I still have magic. [And now he just teases.] So you're going to take the keyblade whether you like it or not. Got it?
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What? Are you my Mother?
[ Shaking his head, chucking at his own joke, he drops the humor and takes Roxas' words seriously. ]
You might as well keep it. I doubt I'm any where near you.
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Heh, you'd be surprised. Meet you in...30 seconds. [And click! The feed is off and Roxas is already working on a dark corridor close to Sora, but far enough away so he can't see the end portal. Once he switches locations, he walks around a corner or two and spots Sora.]
Or less than that.
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Idiot! I always have it with me! I think this place can handle a little as long as the hits are dead-on!!
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Well, he can't read, you fucktard. He's safe.
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[INSERT EXASPERATED SIGH HERE.] Like I was supposed to know that.
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Q QQQQ QQ
[despite the situation he enjoyed picking out the prettiest letter to send back to whoever that was...]
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Dende! Are you okay? Where are you?
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