First Impressions

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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.

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Saïx inclined his head in a brief show of respect before joining the other man at the table, self-control being the only thing keeping a scowl from darting across his face. "Your sense of humor is enviable," Saïx responded, darkly, with an unconscious show of his sharpened teeth.

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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The shadow of amusement on Xemnas' face settled back into its usual ambiguity as the other sat down, his brows raising in consideration as he regarded his companion. "You do not care for this new world," he observed; it was not a question. Though his eyes swallowed dark indifference, a constant smile tugged at his thin, tanned lips, seemingly pleasant and unrevealing. As he spoke, the waiter returned with a steaming kettle of tea and two rather charming looking cups--they were cheerfully decorated with a winding design of yellow flowers--and The Superior did not turn his eyes from Saix as the man bustled around them, pouring the warm liquid into each cup in turn; when he was satisfied with the amount of tea in his cup, he merely raised a gloved hand, and the waiter, seeming slightly put off (perhaps he was used to more loquatious patrons?), bowed away. "Being so far from your namesake is uncomfortable to you," Xemnas continued once the server was out of earshot, hardly skipping a beat; it was difficult to ascertain his tone. As he spoke, he elegantly coiled gloved fingers around the tea cup--it was dwarfed in his palm--and brought it towards his mouth. "But don't worry; night does fall on Paixao as well, periodically." The corners of his mouth twitched upward slightly as he brought the cup to them, sipping silently.

(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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That expression – one of carefully controlled amusement – playing across his superior’s face never ceased to incense Saïx's temper. It felt like Xemnas was constantly a step ahead, superior in ways unrelated to rank in the Organization. Saïx scowled, briefly, at the tabletop, looking away from Xemnas’s cool, unaffected gaze. Meetings with Xemnas always seemed to be a quiet power struggle; one Saïx never failed to be on the losing side of.

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.