What do you see? [active]

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Character(s): Zexion and Angeal
Content: A young man, on the run from the Heartless. Or so it seems anyway...
Setting: Somewhere
Time: Still too dark to tell
Warnings: Heartless, possible manipulation

To be perfectly honest, Zexion had nothing to fear from the Heartless. He had no heart for them to steal, and while they did, on occasion, swarm around him there was never any danger to his own person. However, it did raise something of a problem when he was busy being someone he wasn't. Zexion of the Organization had reason to not fear them; the man whose form he had assumed did.

Luckily enough, it was child's play to arrange create his own 'Shadows'. He know their habits, their appearance, and how they attacked. And that was all he needed to create the illusion of a small swarm of shadows, looming up out of the darkness. One more lie added to the web of them that was everything he planned.

Thus, anyone who happened to pass by would see a pale young man with messily-trimmed red hair backed up against a wall, with a look of determined desperation on his face as he attempted to (largely unsuccesfully) hold off a swarm of Shadows with little more than what could only be described as a handful of multi-colored sparks.

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For the past few days, getting back to the hotel in this black haze seemed nearly impossible, even for him. Whatever bursts of light he could generate seemed to vanish right before his eyes, lost up in the dark mist. Though for the last day or so, it seemed to have gotten better. The street lights were beginning to flicker back on, which made things a little easier.

Still, flying was definately out this time around - crashing into buildings in midair wouldn't help matters any - so he carefully traversed the unknown streets, simply trying to get back home.

Then again, there had also been the problem of the little yellow-eyed beasts constantly nipping at his feet. The replacement sword had done well to dispose of them so far, though he mostly relied on his magic to take them out. Though, no matter how many he defeated, more seemed to rise up, so the ex-SOLDIER simply took to ignoring them as he went, a bit faster this time. Using too much magic would exhaust himself. He didn't want that in these conditions, especially since he didn't know what the little monsters could do to him.

Somewhere along the darkened path, the winged man's sensitive hearing picked up signs of battle... and nearby, too. Probably a new arrival that needed help. Or a trap.

But now wasn't the time to think.

Without wasting a moment, the dark-haired man rushed onto the scene, determined to take out the creatures.