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A long, drawn-out sigh escaped from the masked swordsman, who glanced up at the sky for a moment before trying to free himself from the petrification that prevented him from leaving. This was just terrific. He couldn't break it.. no, it wasn't that easy. He'd lose his legs if he did so.
A sound picked up in his ears and he looked over, placing his hand on Chaltier's hilt.
"Show yourself!"
Traitor in Sight (closed rp with chronicoversleeper)
The forest had finally ended, leaving him to wander the new world until he found a new place to look at or explore. Leon's boots made barely any sound on the ground as he kept walking, still on guard as he looked about.
He could hear Chaltier talking, listening to the Swordian as he wandered. Chaltier was lamenting about their appearance here from the infinite darkness. Perhaps there was something he was missing, something he didn't realize.
In the midst of things, Leon had made his way to an unknown area, running into the person he had no right to see.
Stahn Aileron.
Leon choked on the air in his lungs, hitting the ground as Chaltier clattered right next to him. Taunting him and those they'd travelled with, drowning because he couldn't go against Hugo's orders...
Young Master! Hang in there!
Attack on Bevelle || SF Event
.:*・°☆-- What was happening? it appeared she had woken up to pure chaos. The large structure, one that she presumed was a castle, was crumbling before her very eyes. What could have caused such devastation? She thought to herself, taking steps backwards as large chunks of the structure crashed to the ground.
Screams could be heard from inside the stone building, and without a second thought she began running towards it, leather soles hitting the ground hard. The entrance hadn't been too hard to find, thank goodness, though trying to see through the dust the falling stone had kicked up was almost impossible. Coughing, she called out to anyone who might hear her. "Is anyone here? Do you need assistance?"
Amethyst eyes scrunched as she pressed forward, mindful of the falling debris. "Hello? I'm here to help. We must leave this place quickly." Could she even save anyone? Would it be better to simply turn back and pray that anyone in here made it out alive?
Event Open
"Lousy good for nothing- Hey goldy pants! I'm still down here ya know! Me! Kefka! here! ALLY!" The Clown cried as he glared towards the falling castle, his mouth pulled into a tight frown. "No, thats fine, I'll just... stop this and get out, I guess." He sighed, lobbing one final Ultima towards a cowering group of Bevelians, vaporizing them instantly.
Turning around he started speed skipping, giggling as he tossed random firaga's towards whoever he happened to pass. "Had I known the plan was to drop a castle on the place I wouldn't have bothered coming to the party! I'm filing another complaint with th-oof!" He let out a small chuckle as he slammed into someones side, falling next to them in a heap of colorful scarves and feathers. "Would you watch where you're going?! Trying to avoid certain death here!"
