A Question of Insanity - Hollow Bastion [COMPLETE]
Though his latest journal entry alluded to it, Zexion was not leaving Castle Oblivion because he'd grown bored. It seemed that in his time away he had become restless, unable to remain stagnant long enough for certain pawns to fall into play. Sometimes a spider waited in its web, other times it saw the need to hunt in hopes of returning with something more worthwhile than a couple of idiotic flies. That was all they were to him, really.
The boy and the memory witch had been gone too long for him to track their scents through the corridors of darkness but they would return eventually with or without his assistance. He was after someone else entirely. Despite the piteous odds of his success - and there was no better word to describe them - he had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Ah, the benefits of an almost-death.
He cleared the last of the plants and miscellaneous flowers from his room, vainly dusting at the thin layer of dirt that had settled on his gloves. When he found the person who had left it such a state..! Well, he could threaten to have them lick the floors clean, but replacing the dirt with saliva could not be nearly as appealing in practice.
He took one last look around the room. A little bonsai tree had somehow managed to escape him and Zexion glared at it for a moment, just sitting in a chair sturdy, silent, contemplating him. It was almost ridiculous. That damn scent!
"...I have gone mad." His tone was a mix of things, slightly incredulous, worn, perhaps even a little amused. No, it was ridiculous. Trees did not contemplate, nor did they care about is current mental state. So why was he speaking to one? For the first time since he'd entered Castle Oblivion many years before, Zexion thought he might need some air.
Axel's scent was long gone already and, in a flurry of wind and shadow, Zexion followed suit.
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The corridors were a simple affair to navigate. He lingered in them only briefly, drawing on the darkness as he moved. It wasn't long before he appeared again, tendrils of shadow opening to reveal Hollow Bastion's famous rising falls. Zexion stood on one of the overlooking rock fissures, sniffing the air, hunting for a familiar scent beneath the menagerie of fragrance.
The boy and the memory witch had been gone too long for him to track their scents through the corridors of darkness but they would return eventually with or without his assistance. He was after someone else entirely. Despite the piteous odds of his success - and there was no better word to describe them - he had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Ah, the benefits of an almost-death.
He cleared the last of the plants and miscellaneous flowers from his room, vainly dusting at the thin layer of dirt that had settled on his gloves. When he found the person who had left it such a state..! Well, he could threaten to have them lick the floors clean, but replacing the dirt with saliva could not be nearly as appealing in practice.
He took one last look around the room. A little bonsai tree had somehow managed to escape him and Zexion glared at it for a moment, just sitting in a chair sturdy, silent, contemplating him. It was almost ridiculous. That damn scent!
"...I have gone mad." His tone was a mix of things, slightly incredulous, worn, perhaps even a little amused. No, it was ridiculous. Trees did not contemplate, nor did they care about is current mental state. So why was he speaking to one? For the first time since he'd entered Castle Oblivion many years before, Zexion thought he might need some air.
Axel's scent was long gone already and, in a flurry of wind and shadow, Zexion followed suit.
-
The corridors were a simple affair to navigate. He lingered in them only briefly, drawing on the darkness as he moved. It wasn't long before he appeared again, tendrils of shadow opening to reveal Hollow Bastion's famous rising falls. Zexion stood on one of the overlooking rock fissures, sniffing the air, hunting for a familiar scent beneath the menagerie of fragrance.