[Log] We're All Out Of Time [COMPLETED]
Who: Xemnas and Nash Latkje
What: Xemnas just got pwned by Marluxia. This isn't good. Nash is just ever so lucky.
Where: Western District-ish
When: After this whole thing. RIGHT AT THE END.
Warnings: Violins Violence!?
Darkness.
He was surrounded by it. Silent, subdued. Comforting. It was a place where nothing existed, and yet the Superior was existing within its shadowed corridors. A place where he could escape. Escape? Hardly. It was more like a forced exile. And this was something done by a Nobody of lesser rank.
How dare he.
Xemnas continued to stride through the shadows, keeping his pace with little hindrance from his previously-given injuries. Keeping the illusion up saved face, even if no one was around to see him.
But he couldn't stay in darkness' cover forever.
A gloved hand rose, parting the blackness with a practiced gesture. Light filtered through it, and the Nobody passed without hesitation. He was greeted with a red sky and towering spires, the one district which looked so foreign from the rest. But he didn't care. What was reminiscent of anger and frustration built up during that time, and it was still running high within him.
What: Xemnas just got pwned by Marluxia. This isn't good. Nash is just ever so lucky.
Where: Western District-ish
When: After this whole thing. RIGHT AT THE END.
Warnings: Violins Violence!?
Darkness.
He was surrounded by it. Silent, subdued. Comforting. It was a place where nothing existed, and yet the Superior was existing within its shadowed corridors. A place where he could escape. Escape? Hardly. It was more like a forced exile. And this was something done by a Nobody of lesser rank.
How dare he.
Xemnas continued to stride through the shadows, keeping his pace with little hindrance from his previously-given injuries. Keeping the illusion up saved face, even if no one was around to see him.
But he couldn't stay in darkness' cover forever.
A gloved hand rose, parting the blackness with a practiced gesture. Light filtered through it, and the Nobody passed without hesitation. He was greeted with a red sky and towering spires, the one district which looked so foreign from the rest. But he didn't care. What was reminiscent of anger and frustration built up during that time, and it was still running high within him.