Getting away from Zexion was somewhat of a relief, considering how irritatingly calm the other was. And manipulative too. Bastard ( Read more... )

[continued from this scene. It's probably a history thread by now, my apologies for putting it up so late! x_x]Naminé happily accepted River's hand and she helped the other girl up before leading her through the hallways. Again, Naminé sometimes was very thankful for her photographic memory; she navigated the bland hallways and corriders like a pro ( Read more... )

"Nah. Actually I ate it."

Yeah, it was lame, but he was in a stupid mood at the moment. Stupid and lame, really.

He stretched his arms up as they walked, several bones making a cracking sound. Ah, that felt good. Now he was ready for anything...at least he hope he was.

"We there yet?""You're a barbarian, Xigbar," Zexion deadpanned. "Not a child ( Read more... )

The coat Zexion had given River fit more like a robe than a coat, and after he left her in the white bedroom, she wrapped it around herself without closing the zipper and pulled the hood far over her face. River liked the smell of leather, the smoothness that felt like oil but left no residue on her fingers ( Read more... )

After he left the trio on Hollow Bastion, Zexion spent almost an hour weaving his way through the corridors of darkness between Traverse Town and Castle Oblivion, wondering if the darkness of the corridors could overlay the boy's scent and if, like the witch, he had fallen onto one of the numerous worlds in between. One thing was for sure: it was ( Read more... )

And suddenly, the man was gone ( Read more... )

'odd,' he thought simply. Aloud he said, "Lets see just what you have found, my dear Stream, err...River."She turned back to him for a small moment, her uncertain expression making her seem far younger than her teenage years. River stepped to the door and pushed it forward, away from his hand, then stepped into the musty scent and dim light of the ( Read more... )

Kefka had forgotten just how much time it took to get from Hollow Bastion to Traverse Town. With his warp dirve infuriatingly broken - Kefka had given it several swift kicks to make certain, only managing to hurt his foot in the process - he had been forced to limp thru normal space. But then again, he had stolen the ship in the first place. ( Read more... )

Kefka walked along the streets of Hollow Bastion, in a thoroughly bad mood. At this distance from kairi, there was no pain or discomfort; no, there was only the overwhealming urge to keep away from her, and constant whispering of a voice commanding him to obey. It was all annoying, and utterly maccob. He practically ran over a half dozen people ( Read more... )