Hefting a single bag, Xaldin glared at the van. They were driving /that/ piece of junk? Hmph. Now he had even less reason to look forward to this trip. Stupid thing that he didn't even want to be going on. Still, it /did/ get him out of the castle, so he wasn't going to complain.
(Can I have Xaldin?)
Staying out of Xemnas' way, Xaldin attacked again, slashing several times before getting kicked hard in the forehead. Cursing as he stumbled back, he shook it off before simply throwing one of his lances. The blade missed, embedding itself in the wall behind Marluxia.
Finally growing tired of simply observing, he'd been watching long enough to understand that patterns of those doing the work so far, Xaldin decided to get involved. Summoning two of his lances, he attacked the Marluxia replica, forcing it back a few steps before it could properly retaliate. The replica managed to regain its footing and struck back, sending one of Xaldin's lances out wide and the dragoon spun with the motion, bringing his other blade around to slash across. Marluxia dodged back out of the way of the attack only to have Xaldin coming forward again. Striking a few more times, only a couple of the attacks successful, the Lancer pulled back to curse again. What was going on, anyways?
Stepping into the camp to find it deserted, Xaldin scanned through it a second time just to be sure. Very sure at that point that he wasn't going to find anyone else there, he returned to the treetops to scan for someplace else that might be a good place to check. The only other place the even looked hospitable was a large treehouse. Uninterested in finding a route from below the canopy, he flew over, settling to the deck. Wasting no time standing, he entered the house and stopped. There was Axel and the air was filled with...flower petals? The sight set him on edge and he looked around more carefully, hoping to spot the source of the oddity.
What the-?! From Traverse Town to some jungle? Not only was he in the jungle, but he was on a branch, a very thin branch that was about to snap under his weight. With a loud crack, the branch gave out. If it weren't for his reflexes, the dragoon would have fallen to land somewhat painfully on the ground thirty feet down. As it was, he fell a few inches before catching himself on a powerful air current. With a quiet curse, Xaldin looked around to get his bearings, spotting a camp fairly close to where he would have hit the ground.
Blinking slowly, Xaldin looked at the water that he was standing in. Eyes narrowing, he looked quickly around at the simple alleyway. The balconies of the hotel were easily visible above him, colored doors standing out from the wall. Paying little attention to the abrupt change in his location, the dragoon made his way towards the closest exit to a proper street.
(We're still on the first floor.)
Xaldin was slightly disappointed in the lack of conflict he had witnessed. That wasn't like Xemnas, letting something like that go so easily. Then again, the Superior could be unpredictable at times. Still not making his presence terribly obvious, the Lancer trailed behind Xemnas until they reached the mansion. He paused to look at it for a moment, taking in the distinct sight before entering through the front door. Inside, he once again found Xemnas, along with the others that had made their way there so far. Understanding that there was already a battle in progress from what he could easily make out, the dragoon simply stood in the shadows, observing. He would not get involved unless he had to.
Having missed Roxas, Xaldin wandered the town for a while, looking for something that might tell him what was going on. Happening upon Xemnas and Cloud, he stopped his exploring and settled to watch until forced to become involved. It wasn't like he actually cared what happened to Xemnas anyways and he was getting bored.
Amethyst eyes opened to glare at an empty lot, hemmed in by secure walls. Narrowing at the receding throbbing in his skull, Xaldin pushed his way up to his feet th better examine his surroundings. With the realization that he was in Twilight Town, he growled. What the heck was going on? Straightening up, the Lancer looked at the different entrances to the Sandlot, calmly sorting out which one he should explore first. Having no better ideas, he started up out of the lot, away from the market area.
I don't remember my scores, but I took it twice and thought that the multiple choice was easier than the essay. My problem with that was the fact that it was timed, unlike papers for classes and such, where you have no time limit. I have this problem of I can't write a proper essay in 20 minutes. But I was on the newer system both times.
Again, no one can make the decision for you as to whether you believe in heaven or not, but I definitely feel that it's there. Not to go off on a tangent or anything, but I was told a true story about a boy that went into a coma and experienced what seems to be heaven and, upon his return, wanted to go back because it was so beautiful. That coupled with my personal faith is what tells me that there is a heaven.
(Hmm...I feel like calling Xaldin.)
Mostly Christian rock for me, but it is still rock. I lean towards metalcore to be specific. Although I do listen to a lot of classical music and soundtracks, rock is what makes up the majority of what I listen to.
