The Keyblade War: It must be signed in Steel, and writ in Royal Blood

Mixt: I've never seen someone talk about themselves this much.

 

Alfemi: You are destroying our universe, leave.

 

OOC: If Only Nuthura was not too weak to get up and stand.

 

Xarknees: Does it matter?

 

ooc: sure she can.

 

Mixt held his hand up and some of the Einst dissipated into energy that gathered into a megalixer in Mixt's hand which almost instantly healed everyone, including Legion and Xarkness.

 

legion: wait what?

 

For every Einst destroyed three took its place

 

legion summoned more on top of it.

 

Xarkness summoned some soldiers of darkness all wearing Organization XIII cloaks.

 

Mixt: Don't you realize that that is futile? they can't do anything

 

legion: sweet

 

ooc: Guys, you are in the Einst space, you can't summon things from out side this dimension.

 

ooc: nuthura is in einst space?

 

OOC: We all are at the moment

 

ooc: Mixt was, and everyone went to were he was.

 

ooc: k then

bic:

legion: ah alf, if i wasn't feeling so good i'd kill you.

 

Alfemi: You are an imputire, because of you, the land of beginings is decaying.

 

legion: weren't you gonna destroy it anyway?

 

Mixt: They want to remake it because it's decaying.