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Entry tags:
First Impressions
haracter(s): Xemnas, Saix (and others?)
Content: Xemnas makes his presence known to his Number VII
Setting: Cafe Ersesat, N3
Time: Week 2, early evening.
Warnings: None at the moment. [[Ummm, I hope I did this right!!!]]
No one could claim to have seen him enter through any gate, could actually say to have stood in line with him or watched him give his name, receive his electronic journal. But he was there among them, like a shadow cast upon the night, its emergence barely noticable among the greater darkness.
From his outdoor seat at the cafe where he'd settled quite naturally--there was an empty table, and then there wasn't, and then a blonde-haired-blue-eyed waiter was hesitantly taking his order, wondering vaguely to himself if he'd actually witnessed this strange man in a black hooded-coat sit down--he'd been watching his Number VII since the Lunar Diviner's entrance into the city, observing his interactions with the other new arrivals. Specifically, of course, the strange-looking one who'd followed Number VII around until the latter took out his annoyance by tying the pitiful thing to a lamppost. He'd chuckled darkly at that--the absurdity of the situation certainly warrented it--and ordered a pot of tea to the table.
As VII stalked away from his recent prey, Number I, in a seemingly idle manner, lowered the hood of his coat, brushing hair from the insides so it fell languid across his shoulder. "I see you're enjoying the local population, Number VII," he said quietly as the other man approached. His face showed a hint of a smirk, the glint of dark amusement in his otherwise fathomless, black eyes. He tapped the table idly with a gloved finger, waiting the other's approach.
Content: Xemnas makes his presence known to his Number VII
Setting: Cafe Ersesat, N3
Time: Week 2, early evening.
Warnings: None at the moment. [[Ummm, I hope I did this right!!!]]
No one could claim to have seen him enter through any gate, could actually say to have stood in line with him or watched him give his name, receive his electronic journal. But he was there among them, like a shadow cast upon the night, its emergence barely noticable among the greater darkness.
From his outdoor seat at the cafe where he'd settled quite naturally--there was an empty table, and then there wasn't, and then a blonde-haired-blue-eyed waiter was hesitantly taking his order, wondering vaguely to himself if he'd actually witnessed this strange man in a black hooded-coat sit down--he'd been watching his Number VII since the Lunar Diviner's entrance into the city, observing his interactions with the other new arrivals. Specifically, of course, the strange-looking one who'd followed Number VII around until the latter took out his annoyance by tying the pitiful thing to a lamppost. He'd chuckled darkly at that--the absurdity of the situation certainly warrented it--and ordered a pot of tea to the table.
As VII stalked away from his recent prey, Number I, in a seemingly idle manner, lowered the hood of his coat, brushing hair from the insides so it fell languid across his shoulder. "I see you're enjoying the local population, Number VII," he said quietly as the other man approached. His face showed a hint of a smirk, the glint of dark amusement in his otherwise fathomless, black eyes. He tapped the table idly with a gloved finger, waiting the other's approach.
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The strain of keeping himself reigned in amongst such a group of completely guileless people was beginning to show. Saïx gritted his teeth and purposefully didn't think of the boy who had been following him up until mere moments before, knowing that would only make his annoyance levels rise to new heights. The Superior did not approve of his "tantrums", as VIII had once termed them, and Saïx wasn't about to put his own position in danger by a show of temper.
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(We're talking in IM right now, but I figured I should say - nice to meet you too!!! I should probably put my screenname in my profile, for future reference...)
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He looked up only at the mention of Kingdom Hearts, eyes steely. “Comparing the moon of this world to that of Kingdom Hearts is near blasphemy,” he said, empathically, the words rolling off of his tongue as if they were lines he’d memorized. They were, in a way; if there was anything Xemnas had taught the thirteen, it was the importance of Kingdom Hearts to all of them.
The aroma of tea in the warm air was getting to be almost unbearably thick. Saïx picked up his cup quietly, bringing the rim to his lips and sipping. He winced inwardly at the pungent taste, but didn’t let it show on his face. (Xemnas would be sure to take further amusement out of that. And Saïx had no intention of being the day’s entertainment.) It was Xemnas’s favorite brew – that which had no flavor except for thick, dark bitterness.