OOM: Hunting the Blue Mage

[sliceitwithwind]

She doesn't know much. She doesn't know who she was, or that she was a she, or that she is a she. She knows that she is, barely, and that she has no intention of being not. She knows her duty. She is to look. She is to seek. She is to return when she finds information, proof, or something interesting

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[cloakitwithplot]

It knows what it used to be.

The Blue Mages are on the extremely high level of functioning over the lesser Nobodies. Maybe some of them had been the higher ones that simply faded. They only number twenty, and are almost exclusively sent to non-combative situations where they are unlikely to be noticed, let alone attacked.

It has a new mission that it fulfills with as much sense of duty as it can. Stepping out of the dark paths it lands silently on a roof of Agrabah's city, already pale shades washing out even more in the moonlight.

It looks to the sky and waits.

[sliceitwithwind]

She hovers in front of it, and her head tilts. Left. Right. Left.

She points with her lance at it, and then opens the dark paths. It is to follow her.

[cloakitwithplot]

The Blue Mage bows it's head and follows.

It was here to wait for her to guide it, it could not find the way to where it needs to be on it's own.

[sliceitwithwind]

Xaldin is waiting at Milliways, high over the recuperating Lexaeus. There is a solid ring of Dragoons, half facing in and half facing out to be certain nothing teleports into the area and attacks from a direction not being looked.

"Report." he says to the Mage, "Zexion's status?"