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paixaorpg2009-08-12 04:09 pm
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What do you see? [active]
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.
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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Besides, as soon as Angeal rounded the corner he had more important things to tend to. His 'shadows' could only act as he willed them, turning to look at the new arrival. A new heart. A new person. A moment of pause as they tried to decide which of the two to take first.
That pause would be their death, as Angeal's attack caught them off-guard and cut through them like a hot knife through butter. Only then did Zexion let his face relax into tired relief as his sparks came back to hover loosely around his wrists.
"Thank you."