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Xetald's profileName: Xetald (Xejhspo)
Somebody's Name: Joseph "Delta" Blessing
Title/Proof of Existence: The Dismantling Pragmatist
Element Description: His element works in two ways: inventory and disassembly. Both require him to be touching the object. Inventory means he is able to "sense" the components or materials that have gone into making an object, e.g. by touching a sword he could explain what metals are in it, what each part is made of, and so on. He can also tell roughly how the inner workings of something are laid out, such as touching a cell phone and identifying the battery, circuitry, and similar parts. Inventory does not work on living things, but it can give a hazy idea of the pieces of dead biological matter. Disassembly means he can "take apart" an object into its separate components or materials, video-game style. For example, disassembling a chair would give him a bundle of wooden sticks, or a pencil would give him wood and s
OD: Zenothx's Masks [Event]Shax wondered how he had been roped into this. Also whether Zenothx ever ate, spoke to his members, or actually even lived in the Manor. It was like tracking a wild animal by its prints; he saw freshly scrubbed surfaces everywhere he went, but he could never seem to find the man himself. He was about ready to give up on this stupid joke mission, except that it came straight from Xainzre. And it would be funny as hell to see Zenothx actually wear one of these.
Shax glanced down at the one-strap backpack he had just bought, currently slung across his coat. One side of his mouth twitched up as he thought of what was inside. Then he returned his attention to his search of the Manor. The corridor he had just passed smelled of bleach, a sure sign either Zenothx or one of his Lessers was nearby.
It was one of the Lessers, a short strip of absolutely nothing trailing behind it as it mopped. Shax repressed the urge to either roll his eyes or back away slowly, and approached it. "Hey." It looked
101 Questions - Shax101 Questions You Should Be Able to Answer About Your Character
(Must be in OC's POV)
For this interview we are assuming someone has somehow convinced Shax to speak out loud. Luckily he is quite informative once he starts talking.
1. What is your full name? Do you have a nickname?
Shax. I don't have a family name or anything because my mother is dead. No nickname, that would be pointless.
2. How old are you? When is your birthday?
I think I'm around eighteen. Been a Nobody for one year now, so really nineteen I guess. No clue when my birthday is.
3. Where were you born? Where do you live now? Are you patriotic?
Somewhere in the Gray area. Right now I'm living in the Manor of Discord, on the World That Never Was. As for patriotic patriotic to what? Sure as hell not my homeworld.
4. Who are/were your parents? (Names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
I don't know. My mother died when I was very young, but Merc tells me she w
OD: Request Mission 6Shax just sighed when he received the one-word reply from Xainzre. His blank face slid into a slight frown as he scanned the rest of the document. It was only logical, really. Of course he would be sent after the rogue Nobody he'd confronted a few weeks ago. At least he had two allies this time. Some woman from the City of Naught and wait. Shax read over the memo again. Xainzre had mentioned three times that there were three people in the mission, and it was implied the second was another Discordian. Shax could only think of one reason Xainzre wouldn't tell him who it was he knew Shax wouldn't like the answer.
And who else knew the story behind this rogue and his partner besides Ryxeme?
Shax folded the memo slowly, then headed down to the infirmary with a slow tread. He should have seen this coming from a long way away, honestly. It was too much to think the Superiors and the City of Naught would let the expansion Nobody live his life in peace. Especially since he'd alread
OE: The Spread of Corruption [Part 3]XithArcean arrived in a quiet alley. The instant the Corridor of Darkness closed behind her the crystal around her neck stopped hurting her. She relaxed, taking a moment to stagger to the wall and lean against it, eyes closed. This was the third world she'd tried, not exactly sure where the crystal was pulling her. As if to remind her it was there, the necklace twitched, resuming its quiet pressure. At least it was no longer causing her pain.
Xith ignored it for the moment and examined the scene around her. It was twilight here surprise and the warm light lent the entire location a feeling of peace and calm.
But Xith had the insistent tugging around her neck to remind her that wasn't the case. Looking down, she slipped the braided leather out of her coat and let the shard of blue hang free. It jerked to the left, so she turned, heading down the steps nearby.
The instant she entered the large open space at the bottom of the steps, something gigantic rushed at her. She shie
OD: Request Mission 5The first thing Shax did when he got the mission memo was go find a dictionary. It had been a while since he had been in the Discordian library, but it was much the same as he remembered it. Rows and rows of bare shelves, with only a handful of volumes scattered among them. It was a lot like the Manor as a whole, Shax reflected as he ran a hand along the spines of the books. So much space, yet only ten members or maybe eleven, he hadn't had a chance to talk much with that other guy he'd seen wandering around in the Discordian coat. He shrugged, pulling a dictionary off the shelf and beginning the tedious task of translating the memo into words he could understand.
When he understood what the Superiors wanted him to do this time, he closed his eyes. The worst part of this wasn't the thought of fighting powerful Heartless in the dark, or traveling deep underground into a tomb. It was having to go talk to the Lesser Nobodies.
A few minutes later Shax was in the inf
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