the stuff of monsters; action

[mongoosegrin]

['responsibility,' huh? sure. who wouldn't want to learn more about their exploits under the influence of a bloodthirsty spirit monster? heh...

nah, this isn't something he's excited to do, but he will be master of his own actions and consequences. with the babble about shoddy wishes (and the itchy, growing stubble on only one half of his face),

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[darkestsomebody]

[Ansem is very careful in how he moves, has been ever since awakening in control of Riku's body.

He still is, even though his senses tell him that that damnable King had disappeared from this world and therefore was no longer a factor to his plans. Right now, he can do as he pleases after all, ironically enough all thanks to Riku.

Still, when he sees the man responsible for creating this chance for him in first place, he can't help leaving the shadows to confront him.

There is a thanks to given and who knows... this man still might be quite useful.]

[mongoosegrin]

[the scent of darker things is distinctive, but so muddled within the natural mess of Splendor on Alex's senses. magic is just...wrong in his upbringing. and he's not a fan of being caught unawares.

it's not the smell but the motion that halts his pace, feet planted, body twisting from the waist up to the sight of it, eyes half-lidded and smile wan and loveless.

what new foul thing comes to torment him now? he sure is excited to get in another catty fight.......not really.]

[darkestsomebody]

[It is not that Ansem is trying to hide his nature, his darkness, and it isn't that he can quite in a place like this, when there is much Light in the air around him. But there are tricks to conceal oneself, to make one seem less threatening and important, soothing, sweet darkness always whispering, hiding, taking care of its own despite all the spite things it was accused of doing.

He floats in the air, not approaching, but not backing of either when subjected to that look - head crooking ever so slightly as if questioning if there was anything wrong.]

[mongoosegrin]

[his nose crinkles on one side with a sniff. the familiarity is there, that thing he'd stalked days ago. killed days sooner.

ugh. can nothing stay dead?]

Are you here to gloat, then?

[darkestsomebody]

[So suspicious, are you, Alex?

There is no need to be so resentful either, Ansem certainly isn't out to accuse or harm him yet.]

I have not. I merely wish to express my heartfelt gratitude.

[mongoosegrin]

[ha. what?]

Ah? Gratitude?

[darkestsomebody]

Of course. What else could I feel for the one who restored my freedom?

[mongoosegrin]

All I did was slay you. [said pointedly, his eyebrows arching.] Whatever else you say I have done is false.

[darkestsomebody]

[Beneath his hood, Ansem is smiling and almost feels like laughing. There is a certain irony to all of this after all.]

All actions have consequences, whether we are aware of them or not.