We'll make things right

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Who: Roxas and ???
When: The nights of Saturday, December 3 (following the heavy metal concert) and Sunday the 4th
Where: Sectors 2, 3, 4, 8, 9
Summary: With the effort of rounding up the Dusks having fallen mostly to him, Roxas takes the time to do some aggressive searching after dark. Who knows who he might encounter?

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Saturday December 3

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[kingofrooks]

[ Evasive answers generally set off alarm bells in his head, but Batman would have been out in the Darkness to look for these white-jumpsuited things anyway. They behave like no monster that he had ever seen, and at the same time similar to the 'Heartless' that a man named Xigbar had mentioned to him once before.

'Nobody'. That's a familiar enough name, though he can't exactly find a good definition of it. He hears of hints, little bits of news here and there, but nothing particularly useful, which is frankly a pity, because if he knows, he would be far less careful with fighting these things. At the moment, he has to treat them as humans, even though they seem entirely faceless and voiceless

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[It must be the darkness that makes the Dusks bolder, freer to act. They aren't bound by it, but in their reported daylight appearances, it's been one, two, three at a time. Almost like reconnaissance squads. Or maybe it's just more comfortable for them this way. A city of darkness, practically empty of people...sort of like back home.

It's been easier tonight; in a large city, he's still been able to find more of them, and send them back to Xino E. Mao's headquarters. And the night's not over. After fighting another Fanged Heap with no real difficulty, the sounds of a scuffle lead him to his next group, only to come up short, blinking in surprise at what he sees: a masked man fighting Dusks. Winning, too, it looks like, but they're not finished.]

Stop.

[The words is directed at the Dusks, though that's not immediately obvious. He stretches out a hand as if to command them, and it should be mostly successful, though the ones engaged in active combat are unlikely to halt in an instant. They still have a will of their own, even if if

[kingofrooks]

[ There are still a few that are fighting against him, though the flood seems to have stemmed the moment that the hooded figure had spoken that word. He is batting a couple more away before he stills suddenly, waiting- and exhales silently when he isn't attacked.

He grabs one of the things easily enough, his fingers digging against the shoulder. It doesn't move, seemingly immobilized by that one comment, and Batman turns his head, white lenses gleaming under the dim street lights. ]

Who are you?

Sunday December 4

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[antedupmyheart]

[Luxord has no real qualms about stepping into the darkness of the night. True, the monsters are quite everywhere at the best of times, but it's easy enough to stop them long enough to pass out of range and should that prove ineffectual, he can always turn them into a die if he needs to. So he drifts quietly through the streets of the city, leaving a mess of confused and stopped enemies in his wake as he goes.

He hadn't ever imagined he'd see Dusks in the city, and while they aren't Gamblers, he can't imagine that a hand in rounding them up would go particularly amiss.]

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[It's early in the evening, and Roxas has only run into a couple of Dusks so far. It's tiresome work, but not tiring, so he's still more than alert enough to note when a similar coat comes into view. The one wearing it isn't so bad; it could be worse. It could be Saix.]

Luxord. Didn't know you went out after siren.

[antedupmyheart]

[Luxord shrugs, as if to imply that he makes regular trips outside after dark. It's not entirely the truth, but it's close enough.]

When occasion suits.