Darkness. Thick, cloying darkness. It wasn't something Zexion often smelled arriving in the city, and he would have had to have been all but unable to smell in order to miss it. Whoever this new arrival was, he might well prove to be an interesting. Certainly interesting enough to make a trip to the gates worth his while.

He was, of course, careful to set his portal so that it came out in a side alley instead of the street itself. There was no need to worry the people any further than they already were. Besides, even if he wasn't bothering with his usual disguise this time, such an inexpertly applied use of fear and terror wasn't his style. Yes, they were useful, but they were better wielded with nigh surgical precision and not the broad, sweeping strokes that this visitor was using.

Fortunately enough, the hood of cloak hid his face as he stepped out into the street proper, letting the portal slide shut behind him. Not surprisingly, what little crowd there was left parted willing for him - everyone know what that dark cloak meant, even if the man himself was thus far an unknown.

"You should care, perhaps."