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Velocity Starts To Make You Sweat [Completed]
Character(s): Marluxia and Xigbar
Content: There's more than one way to smoke a rat out of it's hole.
Setting: Around the streets somewhere.
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Violence/Org Members fighting.
News of the traitor had reached him quickly. Even more so, Saïx’s failed attempts to eliminate him, though he was sure they were nothing less than relentless. Saïx had his reasons to deliver the kill but whether he had the skill, well… Xigbar just didn’t know. The job required a certain sort of cunning, one which few possessed. Tracking was an art after all and not to be taken lightly. Only someone of inadequate craft would turn to Dusks and Lessers for aid. Call Xigbar a patron, but he paid his dues. In own his search, he worked independently. That was simply how it was done.
“Never send a Berserker to do a Sharpshooters job.” The Nobody thought aloud.
He too sought to see the treasonous man, reasons unknown aside from the order; eliminate the traitor. His absents had meant nothing to Xigbar than much needed elbowroom. Apart from an empty seat, there was little sense of loss. And what little history lay between them seemed to serve only as an empty excuse for him to track the Nobody. It was truly what set them apart that intrigued him, Marluxia’s betrayal much a curiosity.
The Nobody in question had not made it difficult to track him. Marluxia had been sloppy; his footsteps practically paved across the city to those who knew what to look for. He had even failed to mark his messages over the messageboard anonymous. It made Xigbar wonder if the Nobody had wanted to be found. Marluxia had always appeared as the calculating type, prone to pour more thought into things he did than others. Had going rogue changed this or had he simply been too occupied by greater devices? He wondered…
From the rooftops, Xigbar smiled down in content as he watched a small group of citizens speak amongst each other. He had tracked Marluxia down days ago but since then focused on familiarizing himself with both the area and its residence. Even he had to admit it never hurt to be prepared. He turned his focus to a window revealing a poorly lit room, an almost cat like poise to him before he opened a Corridor of Darkness and disappeared.
“Talk about careless...” From the ceiling, Xigbar’s voice easily filled the room. “And here I thought you didn’t want to be found.”
Content: There's more than one way to smoke a rat out of it's hole.
Setting: Around the streets somewhere.
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Violence/Org Members fighting.
News of the traitor had reached him quickly. Even more so, Saïx’s failed attempts to eliminate him, though he was sure they were nothing less than relentless. Saïx had his reasons to deliver the kill but whether he had the skill, well… Xigbar just didn’t know. The job required a certain sort of cunning, one which few possessed. Tracking was an art after all and not to be taken lightly. Only someone of inadequate craft would turn to Dusks and Lessers for aid. Call Xigbar a patron, but he paid his dues. In own his search, he worked independently. That was simply how it was done.
“Never send a Berserker to do a Sharpshooters job.” The Nobody thought aloud.
He too sought to see the treasonous man, reasons unknown aside from the order; eliminate the traitor. His absents had meant nothing to Xigbar than much needed elbowroom. Apart from an empty seat, there was little sense of loss. And what little history lay between them seemed to serve only as an empty excuse for him to track the Nobody. It was truly what set them apart that intrigued him, Marluxia’s betrayal much a curiosity.
The Nobody in question had not made it difficult to track him. Marluxia had been sloppy; his footsteps practically paved across the city to those who knew what to look for. He had even failed to mark his messages over the messageboard anonymous. It made Xigbar wonder if the Nobody had wanted to be found. Marluxia had always appeared as the calculating type, prone to pour more thought into things he did than others. Had going rogue changed this or had he simply been too occupied by greater devices? He wondered…
From the rooftops, Xigbar smiled down in content as he watched a small group of citizens speak amongst each other. He had tracked Marluxia down days ago but since then focused on familiarizing himself with both the area and its residence. Even he had to admit it never hurt to be prepared. He turned his focus to a window revealing a poorly lit room, an almost cat like poise to him before he opened a Corridor of Darkness and disappeared.
“Talk about careless...” From the ceiling, Xigbar’s voice easily filled the room. “And here I thought you didn’t want to be found.”
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A sinister smile gleamed through the darkness at the scene, an apple rolling out from the shadows and to the assassins feet. Marluxia needed only open the door a crack for Xigbar to make the deadly shot, the sharpshooter’s skill demonstrated when he’d warped the bullet to hit the gypsy without moving. Both Arrowgun’s in hand, Xigbar stepped back into the corridor he had opened and disappeared into darkness. He left the Nobody with one word.
“Ciao.”