The Keyblade War : Istoria Epanalambano Mono Tou (Version 2)

The helmet disappeared to reveal a young girl who looked like Phisoxa, but she had blue hair and lips and red marking on her face.
????: Come, we must leave the land of beginings.
Only Phisoxa could hear her, there was a sudden pain in Phisxas head.

Enist Mixt: Land ... Beginings....destroyed....new....you....phioxa.....new....race

 

legion looked at the fake mixt

Legion: looks like this is a mixt up.

ooc: love! the portrait thing is a great idea.

 

Phisoxa put her hands on her head , the pain was getting worse in her head.

Phisoxa : " Dammit ..... !! "

 

Mixt tried to make sense from the broken sentances "So the land of beginings is desroyed? And Phisoxa and I have a part to play in fixing it?"

 

????: Come Phisoxa, time to go.
The pain got more frequant, it also felt that Phisoxa body was losing control.

Einst Mixt: You....Phisoxa......new....to.....thrive......New race.

ooc: Sorry, I have to go to school, but I will be on in a few hours, like 4 hours.

 

Mixt was still confused. "So Phisoxa and I need to form a new race?"

 

Phisoxa dropped to her knees, holding her head.

Phisoxa : " W-What's going on . . . . . . ?!"

 

Suzaku was fighting a warrior by himself, he was badly beaten, he was cut in the back and in the arm. The warrior advanced towards him pushing him further towards the edge of a cliff. Suzaku lost his balance and the warrior slashed him in the chest sending him falling down the cliff.
Suzaku: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Warrior: "Pathetic, and I thought he would be a challenge, turns out he's nothing"

 

Einist Mixt: You.....Phisoxa....Einst.

A new pain went through Phisoxa.
????: Come Phisoxa.
Rodarn: Get back yo-
The girl raised him in the air shot him back.

 

Mixt continued to try and look this version of himself in the eye. "Einst? Is that what you call yourself? And is there an Einst Phisoxa as well?"

 

Enist Mixt: Alfemi....can't.....stop....thinking......Mixt.

 

Mixt was starting to get annoyed trying to figure out what he was trying to say. "Are there any others like you?"

 

Einst Mixt: We....many....come original.....Mixt.

 

Mixt: You want me to follow you?

 

Einst Mixt: Yes.
Robbie ran into the room and slashed its head of, the armour fell to the ground, it was empty.

 

Mixt looked calmly at Robbie. "So I'll take it you know what that is, just two questions. One, what is it and what does it have to do with me? and second-" Mixt suddenly became much sterner. "what was that for!?"

 

legion: im going with the guy that asks too many questions

 

Robbie: This is a Einst Mixt, it is moddled after you, we have to go now. Phisoxa is in danger, we can't use prtals to get there.

 

legion: einst?

 

Robbie: All we know is that they are made of natural elements, and that they are isolating all the armys from each other.