Day ☂ 6 || There is a fine line between nobodies & the real deal
Characters: dealwithaweek & vatheon
Location: The Plaza
Time: Around 12:45 AM
Style: Any, but action is preferred
Status: Open
Demyx was actually right. The mysterious ship which had rained down on the the fishbowl community the other day was crawling with pirates of the undead. Maybe not skeletons like the ones from the Caribbean, but close enough. Their bloody thirsty demeanor and hostile intentions fouled up the midnight air in Vatheon and that was enough reason for Roxas to fight back.
He sprinted towards a pirate who was hovering over a boy knocked to the ground and bludgeoned him a few times til the ghost himself was sprawling motionless in the dirt. Roxas laid down next to the civilian and turned him over, noticing that the boy looked to be about his age, or vice versa in this case.
He dug through his pockets, taking out a small purple vial. "Here, drink up this potion. It'll help you feel better." Amidst the noise and chaos in the background, the silence from the boy was evident. Roxas patted his cheek, hard enough to wake a person up but not enough to sting.
"This is not a good time to be unconscious," he grimly stated. "Wake up." Yet, still no answer and Roxas began to lightly shake his arm in frustration.
"Why aren't you waking up?"
The Nobody was so preoccupied with the young corpse, that he failed to notice one of the ghosts creeping up behind him to deliver a blow with his sword.
Location: The Plaza
Time: Around 12:45 AM
Style: Any, but action is preferred
Status: Open
Demyx was actually right. The mysterious ship which had rained down on the the fishbowl community the other day was crawling with pirates of the undead. Maybe not skeletons like the ones from the Caribbean, but close enough. Their bloody thirsty demeanor and hostile intentions fouled up the midnight air in Vatheon and that was enough reason for Roxas to fight back.
He sprinted towards a pirate who was hovering over a boy knocked to the ground and bludgeoned him a few times til the ghost himself was sprawling motionless in the dirt. Roxas laid down next to the civilian and turned him over, noticing that the boy looked to be about his age, or vice versa in this case.
He dug through his pockets, taking out a small purple vial. "Here, drink up this potion. It'll help you feel better." Amidst the noise and chaos in the background, the silence from the boy was evident. Roxas patted his cheek, hard enough to wake a person up but not enough to sting.
"This is not a good time to be unconscious," he grimly stated. "Wake up." Yet, still no answer and Roxas began to lightly shake his arm in frustration.
"Why aren't you waking up?"
The Nobody was so preoccupied with the young corpse, that he failed to notice one of the ghosts creeping up behind him to deliver a blow with his sword.