Light and Shadow [active]

[moardarknessplz]

Character(s): Ansem and Yorda
Content: Science!
Setting: Under City Hall
Time: Shortly after Yorda's kidnapping
Warnings: Ansem

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[moardarknessplz]

That was just the question, wasn't it? With something so new by his definition of things, he had no idea of where to begin. It would certain be a crime by anyone else's definition of things to darken such a heart. However it would be a crime by his own not to. But perhaps she had enough darkness for now. She bore it like a suit of armor. Either way, there was but one answer to her question.

"I haven't decided yet."

[nonomoribird]

Somehow, the lack of answer frightened Yorda more than she would have been had Ansem actually given her a more straightforward response. The glowing girl gasped a little, clasping her hands in front of her chest as she nervously glanced around. She had to escape, somehow - and she knew that she could teleport away with ease. However, it wasn't merely Ansem's presence holding her back from doing it - it was the memory of her mother, and her mother's shadows, who had used identical means to control as well as capture Yorda. She did not want to use that ability if she could help it, not just yet.

Her mind awhirl with troubling thoughts, Yorda merely waited, watching to see what Ansem would do next.

[moardarknessplz]

There was a long moment of silence on Ansem's end as well, as he turned over the options he had. But in the end, there was only one real answer. If he didn't know where to begin, then he would begin at the beginning. He would start with that which he knew best. Darkness. More specifically, what manner of reactions he could force out of her darkness. Could he control it, as he did his own darkness and the lesser darknesses of his world?

"Come here," he spoke at last, shattering the gathering silence. He doubted the girl would listen, of course. But that wasn't what was important. He had given her the option to come willingly. He would not do so again.

[nonomoribird]

Yorda, much to her own surprise, remained standing where she was. If she had been on her island again, the girl certainly would have obeyed - but the island no longer existed. Yorda was different now, stronger after a quiet fashion, and she would not willingly aid this man in doing whatever he intended to do. So she stood, in silence, her eyes lowered but her shoulders defiantly squared. The princess knew she could not hope to fight Ansem, but if refusing to obey her captor could put him off for even a moment longer, she would do it.

Once again, she thought of the people in the city she was close to, and hoped desperately that she would be able to see them again.

[moardarknessplz]

As he'd expected. She'd already shown herself to have at least some semblance of an ability to stand up for herself. It was a welcoming sign; even the least of the Princesses had been able to offer that. To little avail, in the end, but that wasn't his problem. They'd simply been the hearts he'd needed for his plan. Seven hearts of pure light, to open the final door to Kingdom Hearts.

Perhaps he would use hers to begin the process again. If the darkness could be stripped from her form... But that could wait for later. Instead, he reached out for her darkness, tugging gently on it as if to draw her forward.

"Come," he reiterated. Perhaps that would force her into movement.