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Post by lime on Aug 26, 2009 21:20:53 GMT -5
"Let's play a game..." Those were the last words she truly heard from a strange shrouded man as he pushed her through a portal and out of their small white room, transporting the two to the beautiful seemingly cheerful Christmas Town. Or so it seemed. Zandra lay on the ground in complete agony, her tiny body broken and battered, staining the pure white snow with a strange gold color of inkish consistency. As soon as her body hit the soft snow though, the same shrouded figure fell atop her. The man, or thing to rephrase it more accurately, was neither there or not there. It took the shape of a cloak, yet nothing was inside, letting ends of the garment sway eerily in the cold night breeze. The faded figure pulled out a syringe from a pocket in his coat, filled with a strange green and glowing substance, with a small microchip floating among the fowl liquid . "You know the rules, you've played before...If you succeed, they won't find you...You don't want them to find you again do you?"Zandra let out a screech as the needle plunged recklessly into the side of her neck, injecting the contents of the syringe into her system. "I don't wanna go back, I don't wanna go back." She cried as tears streamed down her face in absolute terror and pain she was in. The figure simply smirked, repeating "You know the rules..." before disappearing through yet another portal, leaving Zandra alone in the cold night air.
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Post by Temxan on Aug 27, 2009 9:25:08 GMT -5
Down the snowy hill tumbled a brown haired man. Usually, he would have been in his Organization cloak but as this world called for something different, he wore a charming suit with a red vest with a black back and a flowing cape. As the man came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, he shook the snow off his head and stared at the winter, Christmas landscape with silver gleaming eyes. He licked his now fanged teeth, thinking of gingerbread cookies and candy canes. The thoughts of sugar goods were disrupted though, when he saw the figure in the snow. Rushing over to the person, Axran knelt beside her. He took on a grim expression as he realized who it was in such bad shape. "Zandra?"
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Post by lime on Aug 27, 2009 19:45:23 GMT -5
Zandra slowly brought her gaze over to the familiar Organization member. "...Axran?" She groaned as if even the words pained her as she brought her hand slowly up to her neck, rubbing the injection point that was now not even visible. "What are you doing here..." The girl mumbled, not making an effort to sit up, but simply continue to lay on the cold snow. It felt good, scratch that actually, it felt wonderful! Whatever that...thing... had injected into her, felt like it was burning up her entire body, causing the constant flow of goldish liquid from her wounds to hasten.
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Post by Temxan on Aug 28, 2009 9:18:01 GMT -5
"Never mind me, why are you in such bad shape?!" said Axran, looking over Zandra's wounds, noticing the golden liquid leaving them. He quickly took off his cape and ripped it into strips, using his fanged teeth to make it rip easier. Starting to wrap up any wounds he could, Axran held pressure to those he couldn't. "Just what happened to you?" he asked, his silver eyes very sympathetic toward the girl.
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Post by lime on Aug 28, 2009 19:09:44 GMT -5
"I was..." Zandra mumbled, Axran's shape moving in and out as her vision blurred. "Just playing a game." the girl finished, continuing to rub her neck. Where that thing had injected her still stung worse then any of the pains in her body. "What are you doing here..." She repeated once again.
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Post by Temxan on Sept 1, 2009 19:14:45 GMT -5
Axran let out a sigh, "I'm spending time away from my work. A good break is needed now and then." Noticing that Zandra was still rubbing her neck, he gave her a stern look and frowned. He didn't like to see his friends in trouble. "What kind of rough game were you playing? And why do you keep rubbing your neck; is there something wrong with it?" asked the Thunderous Arc, not giving up on gaining information on what actually happened.
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Post by lime on Sept 2, 2009 20:58:29 GMT -5
"Oh....it just stings a little...That's all." Zandra mumbled softly, slowly and hesitantly removing her hand from the area, the section still burning like hell itself. "Just the game of..." The girl paused for a moment before continuing, "Life...Y'know? We're all in it." She smirked on a finishing note, sinking her head lower into the snow.
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Post by Temxan on Sept 6, 2009 10:26:29 GMT -5
Axran gritted his teeth a little, his jaw tensing up as he did not believe her at all. It sounded too bogus and made up on the spot to sound decently real to him. He sat back and rested his arms up on his knees, "I don't like being lied to Zandra...I've been lied to enough by other means." With his silver eyes slowly narrowing, Axran looked away from Zandra and breathed out from his nose a cold cloud of air. Taking what was left of his cape, Axran took a pile of snow and wrapped the cape around it to serve as a make shift ice pack. He dropped it by Zandra's head and stood up. "Put that on your neck; it'll make it better...I guess. If you really don't want to tell me, then fine...But please don't lie to me. Now, I'm going to get what I came for...," said Axran, and then walked toward Santa's Workshop.
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Post by lime on Sept 6, 2009 15:28:24 GMT -5
"...It really is just a game though." Zandra mumbled, slowly sitting up, then standing up as Axran began to walk away. Her wounds had begun to self heal a bit, but the pain was still evident as she followed Axran in almost lethargic movements. "What did you come for?"
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Post by Temxan on Sept 6, 2009 19:56:00 GMT -5
Slowly turning to face Zandra, Axran said with a serious look on his face, "I came for special holiday sweets. Holiday treats calm me when work starts to get frustrating...Where else would I get top quality but here?" Oh, was work getting frustrating! Xemnas was shoving his unfinished paper work on to him to complete, and it wasn't doing him any good. He was getting dark circles under his eyes, making him look like he belonged further more in Halloween Town then anywhere else. Vexen wasn't helping him anymore than Xemnas was either, as he would sometimes get Axran to go out and try and research the whereabouts of the rogue heartless- which was pointless cause if they didn't want to be found, they weren't found.
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Post by lime on Sept 8, 2009 19:50:25 GMT -5
"If work gets you frustrated...Then why don't you just not do it?" Zandra replied, bringing her hand back up to her neck while she was behind Axran. "I mean...I'm sure you could make it just...Go away somehow." She mumbled softly. "What type of candy are you getting though? Do they have Halvah? I could go for some Halvah right now." The girl finished as she gripped her neck a bit harder.
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Post by Temxan on Sept 9, 2009 6:32:04 GMT -5
"Well yeah, I could stop working....But then who would continue it? Everyone's off doing their own thing, leaving me now no time to help Phlodranx to search for Temxan! Plus, I can sense a change to come soon, heck, I expect it! There's definitely something brewing!" Explained Axran, his silver eyes gleaming different colors from the Christmas lights hung about the buildings. He rubbed the inner corners of his eyes and sighed. Reaching for the doorknob of the Workshop though and giving it a twist, a wave of wonderful fumes whisked out to greet them. Axran closed his eyes and gave a good, long sniff. The smell off cinnamon and spices was quite the lift for him. He loved a good cookie! "I'm thoroughly thinking of getting gingerbread and sugar cookies....and maybe a bunch of candy canes. As for your Halvah, I have no idea what that is, but it is Santa we're talking about so maybe you can talk to him about that...He does deliver to all the world after all."
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Post by lime on Sept 10, 2009 16:31:52 GMT -5
(Just a note to not confuse you, Zandra is about to have a hallucination, so the italics is that. Just letting you know. =) )) As the seemingly sweet aroma that Axran had smelt drifted over to Zandra's nostrils, she had a very different take on the scenario. Her pupils seemed to become the size of saucers till the gold-amber iris was not even noticeable as she was heaved into a whole other scene within her eyes. Zandra never could have imagined Santa's workshop like this. She had always thought of cute little elves making cookies, Santa giving kids there every desire, though she resented that part a bit. That was her job to grant wishes. The aroma that Axran had glorified so much made her sick to her stomach... There was blood everywhere. On the tables on the floor, on the ceiling, dripping slowly onto dead corpses sprawled about the cottage. There must have been at least twenty corpses scattered across the room. They were hanging from the fireplace, others were impaled atop Santas chair. Some were being dragged out the door inches away from her by wild...things, she didn't know what they were, she just knew they weren't human. And definantly not up to any good. The scent was so strong. It was so powerful, so real, Zandra was forced to spin around quickly and spew out her lunch earlier that day. She would have screamed at the sight, but she was beyond screaming the sight had been so sickening. The girl turned about again to take one more look... but it wasn't there anymore. Simply the elves and Santa making their delicious Christmas desserts as usual. Yet the image of those bodies, that blood, still lingered in the back of her head. She couldn't help but think she knew some of them...
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Post by Temxan on Sept 10, 2009 17:48:16 GMT -5
[[ Alright, sounds good. ]]
Axran quickly looked back and saw Zandra spew out her stomach contents. He rushed to her side immediately and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Whoa, hey, are you alright?" he asked, a worried look in his eyes. Zanda's sudden puking had caught him off guard. He couldn't help wondering why she suddenly felt sick. "I guess the aroma is a little too much for you, eh?"
[[ Gack! I'll I could come up with. So sad. D; ]]
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Post by lime on Sept 19, 2009 21:05:10 GMT -5
"A little? You don't smell it?...It's everywhere." Zandra groaned, the smell of blood still lingering, staying on all fours for a minute in the snow before recovering and standing back up. The girl hesitated for a moment before slowly turning back to the door. The bodies were still gone, but the aroma still lingered, everything was as it should have been. "Where did they go." She mumbled to herself in a low tone, stepping into Santa's workshop. "Let's get your candy then?" Zandra sighed, scratching her neck, looking back where Axran stood.
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