http://tenshinomakai.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] tenshinomakai.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2010-09-25 11:34 am

Winged Heart [Completed]

Character(s): Urd, Xemnas
Content: As Urd contemplates her time in Paixao, the Superior finally makes his move.
Setting: Elysian Fields
Time: Week 25, night
Warnings: Xemnas is a douche.

Everything was going well. At least, as well as could be expected. Though Urd was still affected by the new mayor's stringent dress code, such a thing was a triviality to her with her sister and Genie around. Yorda was being cared for, her friends were safe and plans were being made to fix the city's attitude towards the visitors. Neirenn had vanished, unfortunately, but Urd had determined that she must have been brought back to her dimension. It was hard to be sad knowing the girl was back where she belonged.

Urd sat surrounded by the luminous glow of the Elysian Fields, surrounded by gently waving strands of silken, blue-white grass. Lifting her hand up, she caught one of the many soft orbs of light that perpetually fell over the fields. Smiling gently, she held the light with a careful, reverent touch.

She'd lost track of how long she'd been in this strange dimension. It felt as if she'd been here forever, with so much that had gone on, but she knew it hadn't even been a year. As she manipulated the orbs of light around her, her long silver hair floating in the gentle breeze, she closed her eyes and remembered.

Genie baking with Belldandy. Yorda and Ico meeting her at the park for ice cream. Tricking Laharl and Vyers into reconciling. The pool party. Exploring Destiny Islands, Halloween Town, Christmas Town. Helping Timon after he was attacked. She had met and grown attached to so many people in this city, from all walks of life. And it had happened so quickly.

Urd opened her eyes and leaned back, gazing up the night sky. It had no stars, but with the light falling down around her, she could almost feel as if there were. Filled with hope and affection for all the people still inside the city, she smiled.

Everything was going to be alright.

[identity profile] paixaonpcsorg.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Everything was going to be alright: for Xemnas, that is.

Preparations were complete, if a little unusual. The Dusks lurking in the darkness weren't quite cooperating, nor understanding the plan Xemnas had in mind, but they would not mess things up - even Dusks knew of consequences.

"You've forgotten, haven't you?" Xemnas asks as he steps out from a portal behind her, a grin on his face. Too caught up in her thoughts, perhaps? Did she not remember the nothingness that could encompass this world, all the time, simply waiting?

If she were to attack him, the Sorcerers would make themselves known in an instant, boxing her the same way they had done in the past.

[identity profile] paixaonpcsorg.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"And yet you do not seem prepared," he replies with a laugh, not even flinching when she makes her attack. Did she remember nothing? Foolish goddess. He will play with her for now, but what she doesn't know is the ace he has up his sleeve - or rather, in corridors of darkness.

Before the fists can connect, he's sliding into a portal, again reappearing behind her, his expression never changing. "I wonder what memories have had you distracted so. Perhaps I may have a look?" He raises a brow. Yes, he's mocking her. Even he would not taunt a goddess if he didn't have her weakness known. Now he was certainly confident.

Was she?

[identity profile] paixaonpcsorg.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
He frowns when he doesn't get a reply from her, other than conjuring of the lightning. This spell of hers could attract attention from anywhere, and while he didn't doubt he could handle company, he hardly wanted it. No one was to know of her abduction relating to him in any way -

- but then, how many of this city really knew of his existence?

His body was surrounded by Nobodies, dying instantly as the magic surpassed their barriers and erased them from their so-called life. Xemnas shields himself with an arm over his face, feeling the grind of the spell breaking beyond his protections and cutting against him. He grits his teeth.

Enough.

As other Nobodies continue to take the brunt of the magic, Xemnas disappears. In his hiding, he observes his flesh, scorched from where lightning licked against his side.

"Go," he tells the Dusks.

Urd now faces the eye of the storm, where nothing stands in her way - not an enemy in sight. That calmness will not last.
Edited 2010-09-27 05:29 (UTC)

[identity profile] paixaonpcsorg.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Xemnas steps back out into the fields, looking up at the struggling goddess. The simple weaving of the Dusks around her would not be enough, but he had not expected them to do so well against her. "You are weaker than I imagined," he says, cocking his head up a notch. "No matter... you may give up your foolish attempts and sleep, soon..."

He holds a hand out to his side and a new portal opens, two Dusks jerkily snaking outwards. Between their limbs is what appears to be a more compact version of the journals. They fumble awkwardly with the device, shaking at it and making gestures as though they've already forgotten their instructions - until Xemnas sends a glare their way.

Not more than a second later, they push a button and an... eerie sound drifts into the air. It isn't... quite right. There's something very wrong about it, and there are several different attempts on the recording, waning from one to the next until the closest akin to 'polka' can be recognizable to the goddess.
Edited 2010-09-28 23:15 (UTC)

[identity profile] paixaonpcsorg.livejournal.com 2010-09-30 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Goddess subdued, Xemnas glides forward as the Dusks still holding her lower her down. He gazes towards the domes, wondering what sort of others she may have awoken with her storm, but he was not about to wait around and find out. No, he conjures up a portal and the Dusks twitch on through with her body and the music device. After a moment, he nods to himself, and follows, closing up behind him.

If any were to come and check now, they would find nothing, except for perhaps a static still lingering in the air.

The Dusks were already beginning to misbehave, and with a glare he sends them all away, leaving the music device on a countertop in his lab of choice.

The array of tools were already set up in preparation for his task, but he leaves them for now in order to fasten the goddess to the table, not that he knew how good it would do, but it would be enough to give her a jolt of panic if she were to wake fully, or rather... when.

He picks up the small device, and the music comes to a halt.

[identity profile] paixaonpcsorg.livejournal.com 2010-09-30 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
He makes no change in expression, only watching her, observing, taking in the electricity. Could she still continue to use her magic, or was it remnants from her earlier spell? "Interesting," he comments to himself, paying little attention to her.

He tilts his head and frowns, and then chooses to turn the music back on, watching her succumb to slumber.

When she wakes again from the music stopping, she'll find her left arm hooked to an IV line that disappears out of sight. Perhaps, normally, she would be able to simple struggle to get it unattached from her, but this line was feeding her darkness.

Xemnas checks the bag hanging on the pole behind her, then he raises a brow to look back at her. "That should suit you much better."
Edited 2010-09-30 05:44 (UTC)

[identity profile] paixaonpcsorg.livejournal.com 2010-10-01 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He really did have to give her credit for her determination. He doesn't believe he has seen such a feisty specimen before her.

"No longer talkative? No threats to my very nature?" He grins. "How disappointing. There are always other way to pass the time..." He raises a brow, unaffected by the pain she's displaying. Of course, his idea of passing the time is by taking another sample of her memories - after all, she still had not answered his earlier question of where her thoughts lay.

[identity profile] paixaonpcsorg.livejournal.com 2010-10-01 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Black wings used by God," he echoes somewhere within her mind and within the lab. "Fitting for a being such as yourself." He withdraws, turning away to scratch down notes at the countertop, eying the drip to see how much it took to subdue her. He returns, lifting at her left arm and removing the equipment connected to her, even securing gauze to the puncture to keep her from bleeding.

"Black wings," he repeats once more. "This shall keep you contained for now, hm? Try not to find anyone who will tamper with my results... I look forward to the progress a body like yours makes. Can you cleanse yourself? You are a more unique specimen than I am accustomed to... magnificent."