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Never trust the men in robes [Active]
Character(s): Xemnas, Lenne, ....Saix :D
Content: Now it's time for the first specimen... And why not start with a face he's already found interest in?
Setting: K4 streets
Time: Night, end of week 16.
Warnings: Experiments, Xemnas, likely some fighting.
One could never be prepared without sufficient data. There was always work to be done, there were always details to be gleamed. He had a goal, as always. And to achieve such a goal, he needed to once again carry out experiments.
He knew the first one that he would take in.
"I have said before to you once before: you never know what is lurking amongst the darkness, what you may encounter. I wonder, do you hunger for danger?" The voice the woman would recognize, but unlike the last time they had crossed paths, the Superior had once again donned his Organization robe.
It did not matter to him if she recognized what that meant.
Content: Now it's time for the first specimen... And why not start with a face he's already found interest in?
Setting: K4 streets
Time: Night, end of week 16.
Warnings: Experiments, Xemnas, likely some fighting.
One could never be prepared without sufficient data. There was always work to be done, there were always details to be gleamed. He had a goal, as always. And to achieve such a goal, he needed to once again carry out experiments.
He knew the first one that he would take in.
"I have said before to you once before: you never know what is lurking amongst the darkness, what you may encounter. I wonder, do you hunger for danger?" The voice the woman would recognize, but unlike the last time they had crossed paths, the Superior had once again donned his Organization robe.
It did not matter to him if she recognized what that meant.
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It was dark, but there was no denying the presence that joined her. And the fear she felt when first they met returned to her at the sight of the ominous robe her now wore. While she had never thought she'd seen a member of the Organization before, the others had always spoken of black robes. Oh no.
The obvious question came next, but he had truly surprised her, so she could hardly be faulted for it. She had felt his words had been a warning the first time, now she truly knew he meant himself.
"What do you want?" she asked, agitated, gripping her staff with a white-knuckle hold. She'd seen very little of what he was capable of, but she highly doubted her low tier spells would affect him. However that wouldn't stop her from firing off a THUNDER and attempting to flee, should it come to that.
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He tilts her head up a notch, ever the high-and-mighty one. In his voice, he was allowing no room for arguments. She could fight all she wanted, but it would amount to nothing.
She was out of her league.
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"I have no intention of going with you," she managed, sounding much more confident than she looked. She was holding her staff in front of her now, just needing something between them, any barrier.
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Not yet.
"Perhaps, however, you will reconsider your decision, lest you may regret something." It wasn’t as though he wanted to injure her; far from it, in fact. It was easier to get satisfactory results from her that way.
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"I would rather see myself harmed than go willingly. I see no regret, there," she told him smoothly, ever the actress. She meant the words, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she truly had no choice in the matter.
THUNDER! She cast the spell, aiming for him, but more than likely striking the ground right in front of Xemnas. Even before the spell was finished striking, she was turning on her heels and attempting to flee down the nearest alley-way.
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The Dusks jerk into the air, weaving up alongside the buildings and following alongside her in the alleyway. Meanwhile, darkness wisps up around him and he disappears, swiftly traveling through until he is back in front of her again, and going at her with a blade.
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She started backtracking frantically, holding her staff out in front of her defensively. She could block a blow or two, but beyond that, she would be helpless in a matter of moments.
She needed help. She braced herself to block any blow that came her way and let out a loud, sharp whistle. As it reverberated along the close walls, she sang. Sort of. It was a loud, straight sound, about the pitch of a high C, and she could feel it vibrating through her entire being. About two beats of it and lightning began to crash down around her, a strike here, a strike there, until she broke off the sound as her throat went raw with the effort.
She could feel the presence before it fully joined her, and she nearly cried with relief when she heard the loud whinny and the crash of hooves blending with the sound of crackling electricity.
"I'd like you to meet a friend of mine!" She called to Xemnas, her confidence returning as she lept out of the way to let Ixion run full-blast past her, aiming for Xemnas. Lenne took this chance to run back down the alley-way, and hopefully out of sight. Her friend would forgive her, she knew this. But she was no match for the man behind her.
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Give her a sense of the freedom she did not have - this was Paixao, after all. No one was 'free.'
And so, he launches forward, engaging the being. This would not be long.
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Whoever she was - something he hadn't thought to ask on their previous encounter - it seemed the Superior wanted her for something. And if he was detained for whatever reason than it fell to him to step up to the task.
"Going somewhere?" he asked, stepping out of the shadows of the alleyway.
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She sighed in exasperation, glaring hard at Saix when he appeared standing in her way. They were in on it together. Had they meant for her to find them that dark night? Had they been planning this since then? Those thoughts made her blood boil and simultaneously ran chills up and down her spine. How had she been so stupid?
"That was the general idea," she snapped, holding her ground, staff once again held defensively in front of her. The Dusks were closing in, and she took a risk, letting loose a THUNDER! aimed at one of them, and preparing to set off another.
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He didn't seem bothered in the least by the defensive stance she'd taken either, scarcely batting an eye as the Thunder crackled down to strike the Dusk that had strayed too close.
"Fighting will get you nowhere."
Although he was more than willing to give her a fight if that was what she wanted.
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Though she had seen Saix fight only briefly, she knew with a deep, sinking feeling that she stood no chance on her own. But if she called her summon to her aid, it would bring with it the other man... She could feel that Ixion was still present, hopefully giving quite a fight.
"I am almost convinced of that," she found herself saying in an exasperated, almost angry tone. "But it's not in me to surrender."
Stalling, stalling, gotta buy just a little more time, but for what?!
She fired off another THUNDER! almost absently, hopefully frying the remaining Dusk. She couldn't shake the feeling this was about to get really ugly.
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But wounds could be dealt with. They were trivial matters.
"I will not ask again. Come with us or face the consequences." Again, he barely blinked as the Thunder barely missed the remaining Dusk.
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Her words were bold, but her pulse was racing. She kept praying to any gods that would hear that she would start believing her own bravado. It was more for her own benefit than Saix's.
"Then I suppose the conversation is over."
She leveled her gaze resolutely, and did her best to steel away any emotions that would cause her to miss a beat. Such as the embarrassment that she had just begun to dance, backing away swiftly from Saix and the remaining dusk. It was her most familiar, the Darkness Dance, and she continued to wish fervently that it would at least partially blind her enemies. She could tell they were too powerful to be blinded entirely, maybe at all, but it was her best chance.
As she danced she began a new summon, with the deep, sinking feeling that it would mean the appearance of the other man, as she could not control more than one aeon's presence at a time. For this summon, she raised her staff over her head in both hands and twirled, continuing the darkening dance, humming a few pitches until she found the right one. It was the lowest pitch she could reach. She held it in a soft 'Oo', the slid the tone up two full octaves, rising to a glass-shattering pitch, just a step or two higher than before. It was quite a screech.
This time she spared a glance and watched as the sky... err, domes... seemed to open up in a mix of runes and fire, and though she never saw him fall, suddenly Ifrit, her fire elemental aeon, was at her side. She could actually feel the heat radiating from him as he bellowed.
"Meteor strike," she told him, and she could sense his understanding, and continued to hold to her dance, and attempting to back behind the protection of the aeon. He was not one of her strongest, but his bulk made her feel secure, and his ability to physically attack seemed necessary.
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The dancing, however, caught him off guard. He was familiar with Dancers, but they were hardly as human as she seemed to be and he had yet to see any of the Dancers have an effect like hers - and he was affected. And yet, it wasn't a true Blind. He could still see, but it was almost as if he were looking through a deep fog, the details of what he was looking at blurring away to the point of indistinctness.
He did not, however, bother to ask her what she had done. There was no need, and the only indication that her dancing had done anything was a sudden violent shake of his head and a low snarl. Such an inconvenience, although one that would need to wait until later to with as the sudden arrival of a splotch of orange and a change in the air temperature signaled Ifrit's arrival as a slow grin spread across Saïx' face. This would be a good fight. A challenge.
He hardly needed his sight to prove a challenge, and he could hear the order given to the aeon as well as the aeon himself had. Now all he had was to wait, sinking into a half-defensive crouch as Ifrit launched his attack.
The meteor would never strike. As soon as it got within range, Saïx moved, swinging up and around with the flat of his blade in a motion that almost shouldn't have possible with his sight so affected. Stranger yet, his sword didn't break under the impact but instead sent the blow back at Ifrit himself.
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Meanwhile, Ifrit roared in pain at his own meteor being hurled back at him. He had taken the blow full force in the chest, and was struggling to regain his strength. He couldn't sustain another blow like that. But his time was not yet up. He set his gaze upon Saix and roared once more, smoke and flame in his breath. He began to run at Saix with full momentum, and brought back his claw to swipe with swift fury.
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But he wasn't give either of them the time to pay much attention that as he all but launched himself at Ifrit with a snarl of wordless fury. There would be no holding back now, his sword swinging in even as he came. It dodn't matter how long it took, or how many times he missed. The enemy would fall.
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Ifrit, meanwhile, was struck with a hard blow of Saix's sword, sending the aeon staggering backward a step and a roar of pain, not expecting the strength behind it. He snarled again, swiping with the fiery claws of the opposite arm, aiming for Saix' midsection, trying to avoid the massive blade.
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This time, Ifrit's strike was dodged, Saïx ducking out of the way, albeit with a much narrower margin of error than he would have liked. But there was no time to think about that. Instead it was recognized, and relegated to the back of his mind. Something to be aware of, but not worry about, as his sword swung around again.
Where he was aiming didn't matter; what he hit didn't matter. He couldn't see well enough for that anyway. What mattered was the strength of each blow, and he was giving each of his all he had to offer.
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Ifrit roared as the fire tore through him, the heat mending his lesser wounds, but there were still strong pains from the heavy blows dealt by Saix's claymore. He snarled out smoke and as he made another large swipe at Saix, the aeon cast FIRA on the man just before the blow would connect.
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And then the Fira hit. It wasn't the first time he'd taken such a blow, and was unlikely to be the last, but there was a brief flicker of a pause. Just enough for Ifrit to get his strike in as Saïx roared as the flames engulfed him. A roar not of pain, but of anger. Defiance. A wordless assurance that he would see this through to end no matter how dire the wounds he took - and save for that brief moment of pause there seemed to have been little effect from the Fira, as the great sword swung up and around yet again.
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Ifrit, meanwhile, had no thoughts, only a burning ferocity that he directed unblinkingly at Saix. The man's roar was echoed by the aeon as the sword connected with its intended target, and hard, sending the fire-elemental staggering back in pain. The FIRE spell had healed him, but only slightly, and not enough to prevent what would have been a nearly debilitating blow from slowing him down considerably.
Enraged, the aeon cast another powerful spell, this time FIRAGA, simultaneously injuring Saix and slightly healing himself, while attempting a much slower swipe, held back slightly by injury.
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He sees Number VII, hears his rage. Instantly, Xemnas sweeps out his arms and summons his duel-blades again, and confidently calls out, "Calm yourself, Number VII. I need the specimen in proper condition, after all." And then his gaze shifts to the girl.
No, she is not getting out of this. "You will be coming with me. Your first creature has fallen; I would imagine that has taken some of your strength. Your second will not be far behind it."
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However, instead of swinging again at Ifrit, he simply held his ground, blocking the swipe with he sword. He couldn't see Xemnas - or not very well - but he could hear him, even through the rage that roared through his veins. The one voice that could be heard over all others; the one voice he would always obey, pulling his rage down and in until he was if not as calm as he had first been, then and least only half-mad. The rage was leashed, but only just. It still lurked close to the surface, should it become necessary again.
And should Lenne have doubted the truth of Xemnas' words, Saïx answered the last comment with a simple smile. All he needed to imply that he would quite gladly finish the aeon if requested to.
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Lenne took a risk and darted behind a near-by crate as the aeon unleashed his highest concentration of fire magic yet, bathing both men in the intense flames. She didn't stop to see if the attack had done anything at all, and knowing that her aeon would begin to fade no sooner has the attack succeeded, she crawled back to her feet and tried her best to run away.
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When he exits again, quite nearby to her, he ensnares her in a field of energy, surrounding her completely with it and slowly draining her health. He moves closer as the attack continues, expression hardening. "You were naive to think you could escape from me." He will drain her until she collapses at this point, or until she is too weak to fight any longer.
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And if Ifrit didn't (or couldn't) get out of the way, that blow would only be repeated. No mercy; no quarter; no prisoners. Even if he had to stand in the middle of a sea of flames, he would continue the fight until the very end.
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If she survived, Lenne was never taking a walk alone ever again. Naive she had been, but cynicism would quickly take its place. Some time after she was done panicking. The summoner was so consumed by fright at that point that she was nearly hyperventilating. The field in which she was trapped seemed to be sucking the air right from her in her panic, her life ebbing out with each labored breath. She could have sworn she was on fire from the pain.
At first she fought, fists seeking something, anything, energy leaving her faster than she'd ever thought possible. Lenne felt as though every movement was in slow motion, her vision blurring, from fatigue and from the tears of frustration filling her eyes. How had she been so stupid... She was almost relieved in the moment that everything finally went black.
Ifrit, meanwhile, was already beginning to fade, his physical form evaporating into sparkling pyreflies as Saix's barrage of powerful attacks damaged him beyond what his present form could withstand. In a matter of moments, the Nobody would find himself surrounded in a swirl of the glowing pyreflies, before they all vanished in a blinding unison.
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When Lenne likely woke again it would be to the sound of lab utensils clicking against metal. While she was out, he already has glimpsed her memories - simply a sample, nothing more. She was not as fascinating as the goddess Urd had been (he did look forward to dealing with that particular woman).
The first thing that she would see when she opens her eyes would be the strain of the pearl white room and the Superior checking a syringe in his grasp, which glowered with a smooth, light-induced aura...
Her wrists, ankles, and neck were secured down to a cold surface; she could struggle all she wanted, but it would likely only hurt her more in the process.
Xemnas taps a side of the syringe, then grins, turning to look down at his specimen.
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The light in the sterile seeming room hurt her eyes and made them water. Her chest hurt and she couldn't seem to breathe in as deeply as she needed to, which made her cough... which made he entire room spin and her pulse pound deafeningly in her head. She risked opening one eye halfway, trying to assess her situation. Lenne wished she hadn't.
There stood her captor, his grin sending a new, frightening chill down her spine. Instinct told her to escape, to scream, anything at all, but every restrained movement brought a new pain, and when she opened her mouth, she could only cough, her throat dry, her voice useless.
Oddly enough, the syringe was the least of her panicked concerns, for the moment. She could only stare in horror, the situation still not sinking in.
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He leans over her, one gloved hand gripping her arm while the other guides the needle in, and he injects the full dose of light. "This will not be the last time we see each other," he tells her, straightening up once more. He keeps his eyes on her for a few following moments. It would take some time for the light to mix in with her body.
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Lenne's eyes widened as Xemnas approached her, and despite the futility of the effort, tried to jerk her arm away. She let out a pathetic gasp when the needle pierced her skin, her voice still raw and useless, and braced herself for what she could only have thought to be poison. She was surprised.
The feeling that washed over her seemed to tingle, then warm, then suddenly burn, but not painful, just... unnatural. Her vision was taken over by a blinding white for a few moments... Like suddenly everything was turned upside down and the balance had been thrown off. But just as she began to try to make sense of it all... it didn't really matter. Things seemed a little brighter. She was still strapped to the table like a prisoner, trapped, lost... but it was... alright.
She felt every muscle relax, almost robotically, her face lifted in an understated smile. Nothing could touch her. Nothing could darken this moment. Everything was as it should be. Whatever had just happened... it felt pretty darn good.
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He leaves her like that. Disappears for a good several minutes in eerie silence. When he returns, he checks her vitals, and scratches down notes on a table nearby.
"I have received what I required from you, girl. You may return to the city now."
And then he releases her bonds, stepping back (still careful in case she tried to attack), and moves his arm out to the side, summoning a dark portal. "This will lead you to Vanaheim Gate."
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She smirked a little, almost reflexively, at the way he stepped back, as if she was going to attack him further. She didn't need to. And honestly, she didn't have the energy. She had no desire to harm him, and actually felt a very conflicting desire to get as far away from him as possible, and not even because of the harm he had done to her. It was deeper than that, but she couldn't put a word to it. It was conflicting because another part of her seemed to very strongly desire invade his space, make something right, as if something was off balance. How strange.
But that was for another time, she decided. So, silently she rose, muscles stiff and sore, but not hindering her, and slowly found her feet, and walked through the portal, without a second thought to the man behind her, or if the darkness would actually take her where he said it would. It didn't matter. She needed to leave all of this behind... And get on with living.