Re: The ORG
Bluh I spoil you all. THIS FAST ENOUGH?
Chapter 4 - Being Really, Fortunately, Clumsy
The buildings of the Twilight Town landscape jutted up at differing heights, the yellow stone they were comprised of blending in with the orange overcast. The only thing making a discernable rift in the land and sky was a crescent of green hills that rose in the distance, dotted with houses. It was peaceful, as the eternal dusk usually was.
It seemed like an easy mission, Charxai assumed. His powers would make sure of it. He could manipulate the element of nitrogen, which lead to a lot of potential uses. Outside of combat, such as now, he could sense levels of nitrogen in the air, and in other bodies. Charxai was entirely aware of how different a Nobody’s physical form was to a normal human, so in theory finding a Nobody when he knew there were only two there, should be simple.
Charxai emerged in a vacant lot behind some buildings, where trash was often loaded. He stepped over a few crates to get out of area, and emerged before a moving tram. After it passed, he was free to roam the common, full to the brim with civilians doing their shopping or just out for a walk. Charxai had absolutely no idea how we was supposed to find whoever this intruder was in the crowd, likely spanning multiple districts. He figured the best place to start was to look for someone wearing black. Easy enough.
Where that hole in the wall used to be was a likely spot for an enemy Nobody to be snooping around, he deduced. It had been patched up by earlier members, since it was such an obvious weak point in their defenses.
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Jynx was sitting more at attention now, clacking away at the computer, trying to find what he could on Twilight Town’s Corridor information. Surely there was some database for this kind of thing they kept in case of emergency. Unexpectedly, due to rushing out of fear of being found out, he pressed the wrong combination of keys. Before Jynx could begin correcting himself, he realized just what he had made appear on the screen. It was a function he had not used yet, and looked like it was used for following those that recently used Corridors.
“Right, this does…huh.” He squinted at the monitor, seeing a purple line representing Charxai’s path.
By the looks of it, the machine also kept track of the darkness that still clung to the being that used a Corridor. The line behind Charxai’s dot faded away after a while. Maybe it was a temporary thing; the darkness would just evaporate in the Realm of Light over time. Charxai still seemed to have some left, himself.
As did another, who was disturbingly close to him.
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Charxai ran his hand on the wall, making sure it was stable and without breaks, or other incriminating marks. Nope, things were all clear. He sighed and continued his quest, chuckling to himself at the thought that Jynx would have found this mission to be terribly boring if he was allowed to come.
Not to mention stupidly cramped. There were people everywhere. He guessed there was some kind of sale going on and that prompted the impoliteness, or maybe overpopulation was becoming an issue. Oh well, not much he could do and it was not like he came down here often enough to care.
Charxai shoved went and shoved through a line to some store, when someone crashed into him from behind. It felt like the stranger had ran into him with the intention of knocking him over.
“Oh, pardon me.” Said a voice behind him, calmly. Charxai stumbled forward.
“It’s uh, fine-”
He was cut off when an impulsive shudder went through his body. His veins went cold for a second, and then it was like his blood was being sucked out of his back with a big syringe. Charxai strained to turn his head, noticing that the stranger was still making contact with him. It was his hand causing that weird pain, pressed flatly to his back. Charxai was sure he was under attack, or being killed, or some combination of the two, but then the hand went away, and suddenly all of the bad was gone. This let him properly see behind him.
There, just as he predicted, a man in a black cloak, his hood pulled up. He was darting through the crowd, making for a low building near the tram tracks. Charxai scowled and made a mad dash for his attacker. His enemy was probably going for a blind spot to get out of the world fast, so Charxai had to hurry. Pushing a pedestrian out of the way, he leaped up to a ledge, and lifted himself over; the enemy member was already on the roof.
This guy was fast, Charxai realized. Even with the adrenaline pulsing through him, he had difficulty catching up. They leapt from building to building, occasionally having to scale higher ones. The hooded man was agile, and even had the speed to run up a wall without any difficulty.
The height of the buildings that served as their race track increased as they moved uphill. Charxai noted he must have been going for the train station, where the clock tower was. That must have been where the blind spot was. Landing on his feet, Charxai took a gamble in this guess and took a long jump across the street to try and cut him off. He started running faster, but then, so did his thought process. Why would he be going for a blind spot if he allowed himself to be discovered and tailed in the first place? Unless…
He slowed his pace, and finally came to a stop, looking over the open space before the train station and tower. The other Nobody, standing on one of the ledges, about two stories up on the tower already, slipped a hand into his pocket, then pulled his hood back.
His pale, red eyes, almost pink, met directly with Charxai’s.
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“What’s that?” Xanele asked, descending the ladder into the sewer. Xoje followed after, doing his best to avoid puddles of unknown source.
“It’s some machine thing.” Xenjin said, inspecting it. She prodded the blue metal; it was a little over a foot long, with some transparent parts that revealed glowing mechanisms. Cautious, she picked it up, and rotated it around. There was a wide opening in one end, that went in nearly the entire length of the device. What was on the other end made it clear what it was; limp metal fingers stuck out.
“You found…a big glowing robot arm.” Xoje analyzed, tilting his head. “Hm. Let me see.”
Xenjin lifted it, and started to hand it to Xoje, only for Xanele to intercept it.
“Hey!”
“I just wanna see.“ She told him, eyeing it, then slipping it onto her left arm. It felt strange, so she switched it to the right, where it fit snuggly. Xanele flexed the plated hand at the end, hearing the gauntlet whirl around on the inside. “I can’t tell if it does anything- WHA-!”
Nearly all of them had a heart attack, both from Xanele spazzing out, and something shooting out, from the underside of the wrist, into the darkness of the tunnel. A second later they heard it clank when it landed; whatever came out was made of metal, attached to the arm by a thick chain. Xanele moved her arm around, careful not to activate anymore dangerous functions of the gauntlet, and watched the heavy chain sway around.
“Uh.” She said.
“That is why you let me hold things.” Xoje scolded, reaching for it. Just then, something beeped.
“Oh damnit what did you do this time.” Groaned a uneasy Xenjin, stepping back.
Xoje reached into his pocket and pulled out a round, silver object.
“Sorry, it was just this thing. Something I use for keeping tabs on what tracker finds, aheh. One moment…”
“It looks more like something for applying make-up.” Xenjin pointed out.
“That’s actually wrong.” He told her. She totally was.
The girls went back to the gauntlet as Xoje flipped the remote open and pressed a few buttons. He reviewed the small, circular screen and went about trying to discover why it was beeping so incessantly. It loaded the information from the tracker, and Xoje bit his lip.
“Man, what…I have to go.” Xoje said, with the slightest hint of urgency in his voice. He was making for the ladder as he spoke.
“What’s wrong?” Xenjin asked.
“Nothing!” He shouted back, climbing hastily. “Probably just a glitch on the computer! Go on without me, don’t worry.”
They were worried a little, but tried to take his word. More poking around strange machines!
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It was painfully obvious when he stopped to think about it, but then again the enemy had never intended to let Charxai stop or think. He stared down the thin Nobody across the opening, wind blowing his blonde hair around at the height he was at. His face was narrow, pale, with some toned features. Overall a ghostly appearance with those eyes pinkish eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Charxai called out, demanding to know.
“Why, nothing. Just experimenting, I suppose.” The Nobody said back. That was just what Charxai thought he would say. He had been sent on a wild goose chase with nothing to gain. Though, that did not mean he would not be able to get some satisfaction out of this experience.
And right as he began to think about summoning his weapon, the other Nobody brought up his hand, forming a misty cloud around him. Out of the cloud, a number of sharp, frozen bullets formed. In an instant the cloud condensed into about twenty of them and launched themselves at Charxai, glimmering in the sun. So pretty to an onlooker below, so lethal to the victim of the assault.
Charxai conjured and brought up his sword in one sweep of his arm. Most of the shards simply hit the roof around him, harmlessly, while the others stuck to the broadside of his weapon. An ice user? Charxai thought. Alright, he knew how to fight those. Not like it should be too different from Cyolx.
Then he noticed more of the white mist coming from the shards, drifting over the edge of the roof. It was also pouring down from his sword, instead of melting, like ice should. The ‘ice‘ was sublimating. Suddenly Charxai felt concern.
He had not been attacked with ice, but solid nitrogen.