4th Void [video/action]

[vain_sky]

[To say he had a pleasant experience in the catacombs or back "home"? He'd just stab you through the chest and be done with it. No laughter, no monologue, just pure, unadulterated hate for the reminder that no matter what amount of training he had he was still weak. He'd definitely seen better days, the cloth around his waist even more torn than

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[asapphireheart]

[OH SHI- This phrase has been censored by Disney and Square Enix.

Well, she's not happy to see him but heck if that isn't a really useful skill to have right now.]

Can't say that I missed you but that Unversed is a welcome sight, pummeling those zombies.

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[vain_sky]

[That laughter that ended the initial feed? Yeah, it still hasn't ended and carries over into his tone as blade appears in hand. He's too pi- Square Enix does not care about censorship anymore, just ask Cid -to care that he might actually be doing good in defending himself and allowing his bottled up rage against more than just his own caged fate to run wild.]

You say that now. [AHAHAHAHA.] Did your Master ever bother tell you what they're attracted to?

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[asapphireheart]

At the time, it wasn't important. We knew that they were fledgling emotions and that they were dangerous to the Worlds.

And right now, all I care about is the fact that the zombies can't fight them!

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[vain_sky]

Then it seems they're outmatched... if the city doesn't destroy itself in the process.

[Not like he cares. This is just so much fun. As he cackles, his own dark aura spawns all the more Unversed of various types. It's a silent order that goes unneeded, because as much as he detests everyone--especially her and Ventus--he can't very well let a second chance for his goal get turned into a mindless weakling again. Let alone one that tends to infect others. Now that's just messed up as all Hell.]

[vain_sky]

[Eyes, face, hair... pretty much a copy of that little brat; he knows... remembers since he found himself in the catacombs and picked himself up like nothing ever phased him. He's felt death multiple times before, and still he doesn't care about its' "sweet" kiss to answer it. His cold, callous laughter should be enough of a hint, there.

At the concern, however, he pauses and raises an eyebrow. No sort of recognition at all from him with this face.]

I can take care of myself.

[Seriously, what is wrong with this girl and why is she offering to someone who not only doesn't want her help, but doesn't need it in his own mind.]

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[tsundullahan]

[She'd seen enough cheesy movies to know what zombies were. She isn't pleased with this turnout at all, although secretly she's just thankful it isn't an alien horde.

Zombies, she can deal with. With a six foot scythe of darkness.

Her horse cries out as the motorcycle speeds through the streets that teem with undead. They move much faster than the shambling ones on television, but they're still no match for her bike. The black blade cleaves cleanly through zombie flesh as she passes.]

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[vain_sky]

[She'll notice a few Glidewinders zooming along beside her then, their master having recognized her presence coming a mile away (figuratively) They aren't attacking her, per se; merely the zombies that had enough common sense to duck.

They also seem to be sticking close to 'horse' and rider as flames shoot up somewhere ahead...]

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[tsundullahan]

[For a moment she starts, thinking somehow there were suddenly flying zombies. Well wouldn't that just beat all? But she quickly realizes that they're not attacking her. That's rather convenient. She can work with this.

...now just what is going on over there, though?

Looks like she's going to find out soon. Celty ducks forward, urging her mount on as she deftly spins her black blade, leading her wingmen on then.]

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[vain_sky]

[Now what kind of zombies would have drills for arms/hands? That would be just too cool. Instead they keep attacking alongside her until the point they TAKE OFF THE OPPOSITE FRIGGIN' DIRECTION. The moment they do, however, it's kind of obvious why.

There's Vanitas in the center of the flames, slicing down the undead that somehow managed to survive his Iron Prisoner. He's still bleeding from the mortal blows, but the poor, poor zombies aren't standing much of a chance.]

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[vain_sky]

[The city just loves you, Ventus. It gave you a three-day vacation and everything!]

Life is just full of surprises, Ventus. [...Like him somehow being even more angry at you. Was it even possible-?]

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[vain_sky]

Whoever said it was a good surprise? [Because like everything else that deals with the dark, these could very well turn on the residents should negativity overflow and attract them more than where he tells them to go.]

[petalsofdeath]

[Marluxia, like the other zombies, is attracted by the commotion. He may be a mindless predator now, no better than an unversed, no longer a Nobody, but neither is he is no slow, shambling zombie. Perhaps the muscle memory is what keeps him in the shadows, stalking towards the flames. What does he care if he catches fire? He feels no pain, no fear, only gnawing hunger.

He shambles through the dark, slowly flanking towards Vanitas' rear flanks.]

[vain_sky]

[Vanitas would beg to differ on the before and after bit... Then again, it's Vanitas. He thinks everyone is lacking in a brain. Still, he can't help but notice the other... would "presence" even be the correct term, anymore? Probably not, but he decides to let the Unversed minions at his disposal clear a path and cut down the others around. Go right ahead, Marluxia. Try and bite him if you can.

Except now he's quite literally sunk into the ground, a pool of darkness beginning to form on the bloody streets...]

[petalsofdeath]

[Marluxia moves forward a few steps, sniffs the air like a wolf might... then starts to shamble away, obviously confused. The smell of the flesh seemed to be going in a direction he couldn't follow...

He flops down on the ground artlessly, before getting onto his hands, crawling and scenting the ground. He moved like a serpent on the ground, body squirming side-to-side, using palms and thighs to propel himself forward.]

[vain_sky]

[That...might have been the dumbest move this Keyblade wielder has ever seen. Then again, zombie. It has even less of a brain than the pathetic residents of this city normally do. Not like he cares, except it makes the kill too easy.

The moment that Marluxia prostrates himself and begins "slithering" across the ground, the dark pool heats up with the flames nearby like jet fuel leaked on a runway. It's only a second-long warning before Vanitas shoots out from it, slicing at the Nobody's deceased body with his Keyblade, orbs of fire sprayed about in all directions.] Suffer.