Character(s): Xemnas, open o.o Content: The Superior graces the streets of Paixao, a certain concept in mind. Setting: Jogo da Crianca area [G6] Time: 'Midday'. Warnings: Uh. No? :D?
'Help the citizens'. Not an order he ever expected to hear, nor one he was at ease with. He was neither precisely social, nor well-suited to such things. Perhaps once upon a time he would have been more willing, but now... things were different. They had changed, as so much had.
But this wasn't to say he wouldn't listen. He had heard; he would obey. That was simply the way of things. And so, despite his misgivings, he was out in the streets, looking to see what he could do to help those who might need it. Of course, he was hardly wearing the coat of the Organization. Even in the darkness, that would be folly - although he had taken to wearing darker colors. Dark blues and greys, in order to better pass unnoticed.
Not, he had to admit, the best thing to be wearing if you were supposed to be helping. But he could deal with that. It meant fewer people to bother him along his path. Fewer things to worry about.
However, he had not expected to find Xemnas himself out in the streets. This would bear further inspection, Saïx
( ... )
It was not a regular order, no. But there were instances that needed taken advantage of, and Xemnas was not one to pass them by. Marluxia was still being hunted, of course. This darkness was only helping him hide; it was a problem in that aspect. But this was an advantage he would not pass up - what better way to run tests, than on people who thought they were aligning with the right side?
The nearby sound catches his attention, and his eyes sharpen in that general direction. A Dusk sweeps by, somewhere behind Saïx, and to an average person it would look as though it were simply continuing the search, but in fact, as it wrapped back around towards Xemnas, it was delivering a simple message.
Xemnas dismisses one of his blades, then inclines his head towards Saïx. "Greetings, friend," he calls. He could not be sure if any other ears were listening; he could not be sure if the other was going by any other name.
"And to you," Saïx answered with a nod. Although he had taken to answering to a name that was not his own since the days they had been first ordered underground he could hardly say the same of Xemnas. Nor would he dare to guess at what the man would choose to call himself by. For now, it didn't matter. Not until someone beyond just them arrived.
Lenne was becoming increasingly weary of the darkness, and now from what she was reading and hearing over the journals, heartless were out in force. This simply could not be allowed to continue. She took up her staff and headed out, mostly blind, into the city.
After an alarmingly short time, she began to come across a shadow or three, very small groups, which surprised her. She had been working on her spell casting, and managed to vaporize them with her well aimed Fire and Thunder spells, which also had the bonus effect of lighting up the darkness for a while.
She tried not to stray too far from "home", but she could hear the sounds of others fighting the heartless a short distance away, so she decided to fight her way toward them. Bursts of lightning and Fire, and a few awkward stabs and whacks with her staff helping her travel mostly unscathed
( ... )
((I'm late anyway, as per u - /sigh))The darkness was home to plenty, but the Superior would not call it home to him. No, it was simply a side of the world that needed to be picked apart so that they could find their answers. Yes, as simple as that
( ... )
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But this wasn't to say he wouldn't listen. He had heard; he would obey. That was simply the way of things. And so, despite his misgivings, he was out in the streets, looking to see what he could do to help those who might need it. Of course, he was hardly wearing the coat of the Organization. Even in the darkness, that would be folly - although he had taken to wearing darker colors. Dark blues and greys, in order to better pass unnoticed.
Not, he had to admit, the best thing to be wearing if you were supposed to be helping. But he could deal with that. It meant fewer people to bother him along his path. Fewer things to worry about.
However, he had not expected to find Xemnas himself out in the streets. This would bear further inspection, Saïx ( ... )
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The nearby sound catches his attention, and his eyes sharpen in that general direction. A Dusk sweeps by, somewhere behind Saïx, and to an average person it would look as though it were simply continuing the search, but in fact, as it wrapped back around towards Xemnas, it was delivering a simple message.
Xemnas dismisses one of his blades, then inclines his head towards Saïx. "Greetings, friend," he calls. He could not be sure if any other ears were listening; he could not be sure if the other was going by any other name.
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For now it was simply them and the Heartless.
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Lenne was becoming increasingly weary of the darkness, and now from what she was reading and hearing over the journals, heartless were out in force. This simply could not be allowed to continue. She took up her staff and headed out, mostly blind, into the city.
After an alarmingly short time, she began to come across a shadow or three, very small groups, which surprised her. She had been working on her spell casting, and managed to vaporize them with her well aimed Fire and Thunder spells, which also had the bonus effect of lighting up the darkness for a while.
She tried not to stray too far from "home", but she could hear the sounds of others fighting the heartless a short distance away, so she decided to fight her way toward them. Bursts of lightning and Fire, and a few awkward stabs and whacks with her staff helping her travel mostly unscathed ( ... )
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