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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.
no subject
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.