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Not in the moon's eye [active]

Character(s): Saïx and NiGHTS
Content: In the dark of the city, something not entirely friendly stirs
Setting: Somewhere
Time: Who can tell, with all the darkness?
Warnings: Potential violence

Ever since the former lord of the castle had been disposed, Saïx had been all but itching for a good fight. A chance to do as he had been born to do. To fight, to hunt, to know the 'joy' that came from tearing down an enemy with his own hands, his own blade. But the fight had been given the Larxene. Fitting, yes, but discomfiting. He could only silence the rage for so long once it had been awoken so thoroughly to the prospect. But he had been forced to, once it had seemed that this fight was not to be his.

Another outlet would need to be found, lest it tear free of its own accord.

The sudden plunging of the city into darkness... well, he could hardly claim to have known it would come, but it was certainly not something he intended to go to waste. Darkness called to darkness. And it would be hard to see just who he was in the darkness. Besides, he didn't need his eyes. His other senses would serve well enough in a time such as this.

Which only served to spur him forward into the darkened streets, yellow eyes half-lidded and cruel as he stalked through the streets, looking for a promising option. He had his intentions. Now he needed just one thing more. Someone to serve as the other half of the equation.

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NiGHTS floated above the city, as usual - but something was amiss. As though the darkness were affecting the maren herself, NiGHTS was practically itching for some fun - possibly of the nightmarish kind. But where to find that here, and how to avoid harming people NiGHTS actually liked? She wasn't good, no, that much was true - but she wasn't evil, either, and terrifying people was no way to make friends.

So she drifted idly, playing her flute, the sweet tones of it forming a song as wild as the wind itself. MAybe she could find someone interesting that way - someone who'd be willing to play.

It was worth a shot.

If the intent was to draw someone in, then the tune certainly managed its job well enough. A strange and wild song that somehow managed to echo with the restless stirrings of that old familiar presence that was his rage. What it promised and what it would lead to he couldn't say. But in lieu of the moon, the wind would serve.

For now, at least. The moon would understand. It was patient, far more so than he at the moment. NiGHTS would have her someone, although the darkness made him little more than a pair of softly-gleaming eyes looming out of the darkness.

The bear would 'play' if that was asked of him, as he drew slowly closer to the source of the music, hunting out the being that was playing it.

NiGHTS remained perched on a building, gracefully drawing out the notes that stirred her own heart so. She lifted up into the air while she played, her eyes closed contentedly - or so it seemed. Slitted iridescent eyes watched through lowered eyelids for a sign of anyone interesting - but what was this? A wild-looking man who appeared to be following her song, his eyes as feral as she nearly felt.

The nightmaren lowered to the ground, almost, finishing the song, and lowering her arms - though her instrument always was invisible, its music was easily heard even by mortals. "Hello," NiGHTS greeted the strange man in black, bowing theatrically as usual. "What are you doing out in the dark?"

Well. That was certainly something you didn't see everyday. Almost a Heartless, this one, although there was none of the attendant feelings of similarity to match. Nor did he really have any urge to make the attempts necessary to control ... it?

Control wasn't what he wanted. Not now.

"Moon watch over you," Saïx answered with a faint nod in return. An old greeting, older than this lifetime, but one uniquely suited to a lightless world. "I'm answering the call."

What call, he would leave unclear. It wasn't horribly important.

NiGHTS grinned at the man. Oh, she realized. An old greeting, and one that related to the moon, which watched over NiGHTS' own realm. How interesting, indeed, that NiGHTS would meet someone who knew that. "And also over you," she replied sweetly, her pupils dilating pleasantly. She tilted her head and crossed her arms, looking him over.

"Oh?" she replied. "How nice of you. There aren't many of those who respond to them these days." She appreciated it - but she could sense no Ideya in this man. Odd. Most living beings had at least one of them - and when they no longer had any, they became something... else. Nevertheless, NiGHTS wasn't about to ask what this man was - she didn't often like those questions herself, anyway.

To be perfectly honest, it had been Saïx's intention to touch on something that also figured into NiGHTS' experience. It had been his own ties to the moon that had prompted the greeting and little more. But he'd accept the answer all the same. It was close enough to the answer he would have once heard.

"Then they've forgotten how to listen," Saïx answered, with a grin that was nowhere near polite. Rather, it would have been better to say that he bared his teeth at NiGHTS. It wasn't a threatening gesture though. Not yet, although it could all too easily become one, if he wished it. But even hovering on the edge of that rage he could still be patient.

For a while.

NiGHTS was beginning to find this man intriguing, despite his lack of Ideya. Perhaps it was just her mood, but she was already enjoying this little encounter. The fact that he'd responded to her song alone made it interesting - with the way NiGHTS had chosen to arrange the notes, it would have confused and even frightened normal people.

"That's too bad," NiGHTS responded, her voice thickening into a purr as she grinned right back at the man. Like Saïx's own grin, however, it was far from a threat - although if the stranger was paying attention, he could see the fangs that wanted to form in the maren's smile. "So few people listen to anything worth listening to these days."

How could he not notice the fangs, when the touch of the moon and her rage brought out his own? True, his were hidden yet, but they were there. Biding their time. As he was.

"The more fool they, then." A brief pause and then he continued on. "Perhaps we could show them something of what they've forgotten?"

That would soothe the anger quite well. The beast out of the shadows to frighten all the little children.

NiGHTS laughed, the sound almost like wind chimes as she did. "That sounds most agreeable," she told him. "What would you like?" NiGHTS wasn't terribly partial, herself, but she knew she wantedsomething out of this odd, restless state she was in. Perhaps Saïx would have a good idea - although NiGHTS thought she might already knew what he would say.

She rose up into the air a little, watching him, the glittering trail that spread from her fingertips dimmer and less lasting in this cloying darkness.

What would he like? A dangerous question, to be asking him while he was in this state. But this time, he would be giving a safe enough answer. This time violence (or at least the promise of such to NiGHTS) would be avoided. A rarity, but not entirely unheard of.

"The shadows that move in the night. The things that lurk in the night to snatch away the unwary. Let them know what it is they've forgotten."

Teeth and claws and glowing eyes. Imagination was the greatest weapon of humanity, especially when turned against itself.

NiGHTS smiled - and it wasn't her usual bright, cheerful smile. No, this was the smile of something that had been sleeping for a very long time - centuries, perhaps - and was only now waking up. The creature stretched gracefully and laughed again. "That does sound like fun," she told him, giggling. It wasn't as though NiGHTS was one of those who considered the citizens people, anyway - they had no Ideya, no apparent sign of any true emotion, nothing real to speak of. It'd be amusing, to say the least.

"I'm NiGHTS, by the way," she told him. "Who are you?"

Fun and satisfying. Perfect for the darkness and all that had come along with it. And if rumor got around, well. Easy enough to pin the blame on a Heartless. They had the right eyes for it. They had the claws for it. Perfect scapegoats for what he intended.

The truth... that was a much rarer coin. Certainly nothing he intended to share and even the dark of night he had no intention of giving out his real name.

"Sirius." An easy lie, but all he did was a lie. What was one more?

What with what Saïx was lacking - Ideya, namely - NiGHTS certainly wouldn't be able to even guess if he was lying. As it was, she had no reason to disbelieve the man, so she smiled. "It's nice to meet you," she told him, half-perching on the roof so she could see if anything looked like fun. Nothing in particular caught her eye, so she shrugged to herself and pondered before shifting her form into something that looked rather like a large cat and jumping down.

"Well, then," she told him, her usual colors even now, "shall we?"

"Of course," Saïx answered, perfectly unfazed by the rather abrupt change between forms. After all, it was hard to really be bothered when you didn't have emotions. That and living the sort of life he did tended to yield itself to a very high bar as far as oddness went. Taking to a cat-shaped being was perfectly ordinary.

"We shall."

Now. If he were a citizen of the city, where would he be hiding?

"They must be inside somewhere," NiGHTS said aloud, as though she were responding to Saïx's own thoughts. She began to stalk back and forth, sniffing the air, testing it. It seemed musty and old, somehow, smoke mixed with mist. She didn't blame her friends for staying inside - nor the citizens, even if they didn't seem real to her. Oh, well. The game would begin soon enough, and that would be amusing, wouldn't it?

Inside. How maddeningly uninteresting of them. The dark came crawling in and their first action was to hide away. Hide away from their fears. Hide away from what the darkness could bring. A shame then, that tonight their fears would come to them. He would not be stopped. Not tonight of all nights.

"Then I think it's time the nightmares came to them," he answered, baring his teeth once more in a feral grin.

A smirk came to NiGHTS' own face as she noted the irony of Saïx's words. "Be careful what you wish for," she laughed. "Sometimes they have a nasty habit of coming true." She grinned at him - as much as her current form could grin - and stalked towards a likely-looking house. It was odd for the usually bright and cheerful creature to cause such trouble - but she would always be a Nightmaren at heart (something that sometimes bothered her), and sometimes, one could not help but let the beast out.

Like tonight.

"I might welcome such a thing," he answered. After all, he dreamed very little these days and it was hard indeed to frighten a man who was thoroughly emotionless. After all, what had he to fear? He'd been through death and come back out the other side.

And tonight? Ah, tonight there would be a beast indeed. A beast that came knocking on the very doors that people slept in. Knocking and scratching and...

...he turned towards NiGHTS as he draw closer to the door of the house.

"Shall the beast come knocking?"

"Would you?" NiGHTS asked him interestedly, her head tilted slightly to one side. How interesting that he would say that. Given his lack of Ideya, NiGHTS would have thought that he would end up in Nightmare whenever he slept - as most who lost their Ideya did. But this man was different somehow; perhaps he didn't dream at all. NiGHTS had certainly never seen the likes of him at the Dream Gate, at least...

She grinned at her companion again. "Sure," she laughed, as lightly as though they were playing a harmless little game, "why not?"

Of course. He wasn't much in the habit of saying things he didn't mean. Apart from the usual and habitual lies that made up the life of a Nobody anyway. But those were a way of life and not anything that made a difference to this discussion. Hide away what you were and people didn't notice the oddities.

Most of the time.

"Why not, indeed?" he asked, reaching for the knob, as his nails - now closer to claws - scraped lightly over the wood of the door. The darkness wanted in and it wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

NiGHTS crouched beneath the window and balanced on her hind legs in order to bat against a window pain, giggling at the gasps she heard inside. If they were real, she wondered, would she be doing this? Would she care, at all? She did prank people and chase them about sometimes; would it have mattered, when the darkness filled the city so strangely and thoroughly?

Maybe, she decided. She didn't usually like this sort of game, anymore; it was more the sort Jackle would have played, or perhaps Reala. But this...

Something was certainly different about tonight. Surely it wouldn't do a terrible amount of harm to scare some silly old civilians who were really nothing more than dolls.

Tap tap scratch went Saïx's claws against the door. The frightened gasps were a good start but there was so much more that could be done. But first he'd let them stew in their own thoughts. Let them come up with their own decisions as to just what the darkness his. Heartless, Nobodies, Lumens. worse?

Let them decide. They might not entirely be wrong. Nor would they be safe. Not forever. This beast could open doors. And would, when it chose.

NiGHTS let out a low, bestial growl, her usual voice changed by the form she was taking. Of course, the effect would have been ruined if the citizens had heard NiGHTS' own amused chuckle - but luckily it was more feral-sounding than usual - another perk of the form.

She didn't care what they thought. She never cared what anyone thought of her, really. She did as she pleased and didn't mind the rest - though it could be amusing to see the reactions the citizens had to the scratching noise of one of NiGHTS' claws against the window pane.

It was better that way, or so Saïx would have claimed if he'd been asked. When you didn't care for things it made it easier to ignore cruelty. Or to be cruel. They were quite capable of breaking hearts.

Or stirring them to fear, as he yet again rattled the doorknob, before throwing his weight against the door. The strike was carefully calculated to not be enough to break it in, not yet, but it would certainly rattle the door in it's frame quite nicely.

Edited 2009-07-23 02:44 (UTC)

NiGHTS allowed herself to scratch the window pane again, then pounded her paw against it to make it crack. Oh, she wouldn't break it, of course; at least, not yet. Likewise, she wouldn't break anything or anyone she cared about (if she happened to come across them), and she wouldn't go so far as to harm people.

She was not who she once was, but she could still have some nightmarish sort of fun, so she let out an agonizing roar, something that sounded nothing at all like the form she was taking, and chuckled at the screams.

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