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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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Oddly miscoloured blue eyes turned back to the man as he replied, stifling a small chuckle at the name, though it was barely audible and sounded more like an annoyed breath. If he didn't want to give his real name, that was alright. Least he wasn't being as cocky as the last kid he came across in this place. That was a start.
"So... Red." He started, tilting his head a bit. "You know what happened to the light in this place?"