... until suddenly lunging at something behind her back. A Sorcerer just materialized behind her unknowingly, it seems. The Dusk grapples with the stronger Nobody for several moments until disappears, and the Dusk plops down almost lifelessly, drooping from its injuries.
Yes, it did it "protect" her. If she walks closer, she'll see that apart from the insignia of the Nobody, it has another embelished symbol on its "face"
[Halfway there, several more Sorcerers show up. The Dusk circles her feet repeatedly, and more Nobodies appear, this time Samurais, flinging themselves at the Sorcerers..
Except the helmets look strangely familiar, they have the same emblem on their "foreheads" and they all hold their right hand swords in reverse.
... looks like Terra has his own brand of Nobodies now.]
[Shush, you. at least he's better in designing them? The Creeper and Assasin Nobodies in this area all bear the same insignia, once or twice the Creepers turning into what looks like Keyblade shapes, the Assasins, instead of turning into flat discs like Axel's chakrams, turn into sharp, star shaped objects instead. Looks like this place is covered.]
[Once they reach the door, Derpy slides into the door crack. And two Dancers materialize in front of the door, as if guardians. Aqua should recognize the design; it's obvious. The dancers looks like they have skirts, very very similar to her own, with long, detached sleeves, and even a little additional heart design on their chests. It was obviously done as an accompaniement to the Samurais earlier.
One tilts its head to the side, before they both spin gracefully away from Aqua like ballerinas, granting her passage.]
[Piles of research paper, ice cream wrapper, and books in the room, and there's Terra, looking normal, but exhausted. He's slumped in his seat, asleep, with designs of Nobodies, concepts about hearts and research data (and the occasional doodle out of boredom here and there; there's even a game of XOX. Don't let that fool you, Derpy beat him on that ) are on his desk. Derpy starts circling the ceiling like a predator, a crayon in his claw.
... maybe he made that thing too much like the real thing.]
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