Destiny vs. Zhyriad - Aix vs. Xolla - We May Not Be Able To Feel It, But...

... We Enjoy Each Other’s Company​

Combatants: Destiny vs. Zhyriad
Characters: Aix, The Emissary of Spirit vs. Xolla, The Mind Ninja
Continuity: Pre-New Organization; a spare between friends/acquaintances

Battleground: Battle begins in the Castle That Never Was, within the Hall of Empty Melodies. It can move about the World That Never Was at the leisure of the combatants, and within the confines of reasonable time and distance.

Rules: To be certain, there will be no killing of either character; the battle will go until one RPer concedes to defeat for any reason, an impartial judge steps in and declares a winner, or otherwise, until the battle has reached a maximum of 30 in character posts (15 from both RPers); both characters will be permitted the aid of one breed of lesser Nobody, which can be an originally made up breed, or one that has previously existed in the series, and will act as NPCs (can be auto-hit and killed by the other fighter, mostly used for decoy and support purposes); characters may, if the RPers consent to it, bar some secret “ultimate” power/ability.

Destiny may make the first post when ready.

 

Aix strolled casually through the corridors of the castle, passing his time with a round of reflection. And it was with naught but good reason that he did. So much had passed by over the course of such a short period. To not take even a small spec of time to look back and appreciate what had happened to whatever extent, and what was yet to come.**

For the time being, things*had certainly slowed down for the organization, which was good, considering the drama that had been rampant through the passed two months. It had stared with thedefeats of Criax and Gnavix at the hands of a small anti-nobody coalition in the deep jungle. It was tragic, yet at the same time motivating to know that the two had fallen for the cause at hand, and the Gnavix had taken such furious vengeance for his friend's demise that many of the coalition abandoned the battle, believing he had a heart afterall. Naturally their deaths sprouted discontent, and rebellion was unavoidable. It was Xevorcina, with Xolec and Braxin as her accomplices, that were first to lash out. About a month ago, they had vainly attemtped*to overthrow Xyliar from the seat of command. They had been dealt with in surefire efficiency by Aix, Xolla, and Xyliar in person. Through it all, Aix was amazed at how the need for a heart could drive someone devoid of every last emotion to such furious lengths as self-sacrifice and betrayal.*

Needless to say, with two members down and three more evicted, the morale of the group had taken a decline. Even theirs, the most hollowed of chests, beat in mourning for their fallen and rage at their betrayers. It was for the loss of such friends and allies that Aix had taken to a more strict meditation, cleansing himself of what scares he had been left with. He had resolved with confidence that their sacrifices, and his, would see some fruition in the future to come. "Yet there are still wounds to be healed, and tensions to let loose before ground can be regained," he said, coming to a halt on a balcony overlooking the Hall of Empty Melodies.*

"And speaking of Xolla." Looking below, he spotted the familiar sight of one who was perhaps his favorite companion. Xolla, The Mind Ninja, and number three of te organization. She was so much like him; calm, patient, and friendly off the job, yet fierce, wise, and a quick thinker on it. His respect for her matched that which e had even for Xyliar, and it was certainly her that he could call a friend beyond any of the others. Had he had a heart of his own, he might have even loved her, and he certainly longed for it at times. "A fine day to stumble upon old friends," he said to her. "Though I take it by your look, you knew you'd run into me here before arriving."

 

“Well this certainly is a place that would go to relax, at least for the brief moments when there isn’t someone causing a ruckus,” Aix said. Most of the organization members simply opened portals through to the private sectors of the castle, where their quarters were, or into the meeting room. The only ones that ever seemed to walk through the castle to get anywhere were the new nobodies that were either fresh to the group or yet to join, and the ones such as him and Xolla, who simply wished to walk to take the time and clear their thoughts for a while. “Though I must admit that I was not yet meditating, unless walking and thinking of the past can be considered meditation. I must admit though, it certainly seems to have achieved the same effect. My mind, I daresay, is as calmed and cleared as it has been in good long while.”

He stopped to give his young friend a bit of space between his words. As he did so, he felt a twitch, all too familiar to him, pulse through his body. He knew then what he needed, and that Xolla would be all too compliant as to see to that need. “I must also admit that my calmness of mind has done little to nothing to ease the restlessness of my body and spirit. As much as I’d like to avoid speaking ill of her, Xyliar’s reclusiveness over the passed few weeks has been quite the road block. We were well on track before the calamity; betrayals, deaths. I say, I’m quite up for a bit of action. I almost went into Twilight Town and joined their local tournament, but that would have meant going toe-to-toe with mismatched strangers. I’d much rather test my wiles and strength against someone who is both strong and knowledgeable enough to give me a challenge.”​

 

“Up for it and happy about it as always, I see,” Aix remarked, acting as though he hadn’t really expected it. He drew his arms up, and his weapon, a glorious, pole arm emblazoned with a faint aura manifested firmly in his grip. He too smiled as he looked at his friend and opponent. It was already stacking up to be a rewarding experience. “Now now,” he said in response to her courtesy. “Where would my manners be if I went and charged you right now? Not anywhere nearby, I can say that much.” He took, not an offensive stance, but a defensive one. “You move first,” he concluded. “I insist. You know I’ve never been good at starting fights anyways.”​