Y Hallo Thar, Valentine
Setting: Ansem's Keep
Character(s): Ansem (i_pwn_the_world) and Vincent Valentine (bloodyredvelvet)
Status: [Completed]
Summary: Ansem finds that the man in the coffin has finally awakened.
Ansem brushed a small heartless out of his way. The dark creature squeaked, scuttling off of his desk and flipping to the floor before flicking a long blue tongue out to lick its yellow eye.
"Off with you." Ansem said softly, and the little thing obeyed. He frowned then, closing his book. All these heartless, and yet Ansem himself was without that perfect heart. Crossing his vast library, Ansem held his arms behind his back and browsed the volumes. He'd memorized most of them already, everything that he needed to know could be recalled with a simple closing of his yellow eyes.
But this was a matter of exploration, not of study. He'd have to create stronger heartless, from a stronger heart… or at least a stronger body.
And there was something sleeping in his basement. He'd come across the creature quite by chance. But its heart was already close to dead. Always frugal, though he hadn't a use for the creature at the time, Ansem had locked it away.
Perhaps to locate these "keyblade masters" and their pure hearts, Ansem would need to see about removing the rest of his border's heart.
He slid down the stairs with an unusual quickness. Unlocking four separate doors before he came across the coffin. Papers of a Dr Hojo still littered the floor, they were about "makou or mako" and useless to him. Though, now, perhaps it would be worth the efforts…
…was there not a company that dealt with this somewhere?
Leaving that thought for another time, Ansem pushed open the lid of the coffin. He had other matters to attend to.
Character(s): Ansem (i_pwn_the_world) and Vincent Valentine (bloodyredvelvet)
Status: [Completed]
Summary: Ansem finds that the man in the coffin has finally awakened.
Ansem brushed a small heartless out of his way. The dark creature squeaked, scuttling off of his desk and flipping to the floor before flicking a long blue tongue out to lick its yellow eye.
"Off with you." Ansem said softly, and the little thing obeyed. He frowned then, closing his book. All these heartless, and yet Ansem himself was without that perfect heart. Crossing his vast library, Ansem held his arms behind his back and browsed the volumes. He'd memorized most of them already, everything that he needed to know could be recalled with a simple closing of his yellow eyes.
But this was a matter of exploration, not of study. He'd have to create stronger heartless, from a stronger heart… or at least a stronger body.
And there was something sleeping in his basement. He'd come across the creature quite by chance. But its heart was already close to dead. Always frugal, though he hadn't a use for the creature at the time, Ansem had locked it away.
Perhaps to locate these "keyblade masters" and their pure hearts, Ansem would need to see about removing the rest of his border's heart.
He slid down the stairs with an unusual quickness. Unlocking four separate doors before he came across the coffin. Papers of a Dr Hojo still littered the floor, they were about "makou or mako" and useless to him. Though, now, perhaps it would be worth the efforts…
…was there not a company that dealt with this somewhere?
Leaving that thought for another time, Ansem pushed open the lid of the coffin. He had other matters to attend to.