We'll make things right

[pullsheavendown]

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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[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

[kingofrooks]

[ He cocks his head. ]

I asked a question, Roxas.

[pullsheavendown]

[He stiffens, but otherwise doesn't move.]

And I answered. Do the details really matter? They're gone.

[kingofrooks]

They are not the only ones around here.

[pullsheavendown]

...I know. I'm trying to find the rest of them.

Why do you care so much?

[kingofrooks]

They are a threat.

[ A long, cold stare. ]

You're not the only one capable of dealing with them, or the only one they will attack. Tell me what they are.

[pullsheavendown]

[Roxas turns away to the side. This man isn't wrong. And he doesn't sound like someone eager to run off to share with the companies. Still..]

[He looks back.]

They're Nobodies.

[kingofrooks]

Another word without meaning.

[ Though he already suspects, slightly. But he wants Roxas to tell, if only to see if he would. ]

[pullsheavendown]

[He lifts one hand a few inches, and the nearby whorl of darkness dissipates into nothing.]

They used to be human.

[kingofrooks]

[ With that, the pieces click together. These Dusks as 'Nobodies', and Roxas's fear that he steps into the darkness, the darkness corridor that he has created so easily, and the little hints that he has picked up through the network... Batman cocks his head, and his eyes narrow further. ]

Like you.

[pullsheavendown]

[Roxas looks at his own hand, still fully human-shaped, before dropping it to his side.]

Not quite like me.

[kingofrooks]

[ A twist of his lips. ]

A lesser version, then.

[pullsheavendown]

If that's what you want to call it.