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Time Cuts Cruelest of All [active]
Character(s): Saïx and Ven
Content: A chance meeting
Setting: Out in the streets of the city
Time: Early Evening
Warnings: None (yet)
It should, Saïx had decided, be somewhat less of a requirement for the currently named Lord of the Castle to have to walk among the streets of the city. Of course, he would hardly mention this to Xemnas (one of the reasons he was out in the streets) and he did still have a wayward assassin that would need to be dealt with, but the more common folk of the city? He could hardly care less about them, and it was irritating to nearly the point of being infuriating to have to leave aside his usual cloak on account of what those same, inconsequential, people thought of those who wore it.
For now though, he was willing enough to bend to the whims of the people. Not willing, and the expression on his face was a good deal less then pleased, but he was wearing ordinary clothes. Not surprisingly, both his shirt and pants were blue. After all, he might at least go with the general theme. But that was all that he was willing to do. Xemnas' orders could force him out of his coat. They could not, however, actually force him to pay attention to people and thus, he wasn't.
Content: A chance meeting
Setting: Out in the streets of the city
Time: Early Evening
Warnings: None (yet)
It should, Saïx had decided, be somewhat less of a requirement for the currently named Lord of the Castle to have to walk among the streets of the city. Of course, he would hardly mention this to Xemnas (one of the reasons he was out in the streets) and he did still have a wayward assassin that would need to be dealt with, but the more common folk of the city? He could hardly care less about them, and it was irritating to nearly the point of being infuriating to have to leave aside his usual cloak on account of what those same, inconsequential, people thought of those who wore it.
For now though, he was willing enough to bend to the whims of the people. Not willing, and the expression on his face was a good deal less then pleased, but he was wearing ordinary clothes. Not surprisingly, both his shirt and pants were blue. After all, he might at least go with the general theme. But that was all that he was willing to do. Xemnas' orders could force him out of his coat. They could not, however, actually force him to pay attention to people and thus, he wasn't.
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Besides, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He might as well get to know the place, right?
Unlike Saix, Ventus took in everything he saw like a sponge; he looked in the buildings and around the streets, and noticed the people around him. A lot of the time, he even found someone to talk to. Usually, though, he didn't see a lot of familiar faces.
Today was an exception.
The flash of blue in the corner of his eye made him turn and, though he was surprised, he recognized it almost instantly. Without stopping to take in more detail, Ven spoke up, trying to get his attention.
"Isa?" he asked, not yet noticing the obvious differences.
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What he found was only another point against an already sour mood and he made no effort to keep the scowl of his face. Of all the faces to have to see again, it had to be that face. The face of the past that was still reflected in the present. The one thing he couldn't get away from.
"That's not my name."
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The scar, the yellow eyes...that look on his face. Isa hadn't smiled a lot, sure, but something in this man's expression seemed much darker. But they still looked similar. Isa could easily have been his brother.
But he had probably just made a mistake.
"Oh, I see." Ven said, a small note of disappointment in his voice. It would've been nice to reunite with someone else that he knew. "Sorry. You just look a lot like a friend of mine."
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"I heard," he answered tersely, not turning his gaze from Ven. "But you were asking for someone you won't find."
Isa had died. Saïx lived on, and no one could return him to the child he'd been. To be honest, he would hardly have wanted to be him again even if someone had given him the chance. The past deserved to stay buried.
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Of course, there were a lot of people who shouldn't have been in this world. But it was probably better that as many people avoided this place as possible. It was dangerous, and he had to think about what would be safest for everyone. That was his job, right?
But try as he might, Ven couldn't shake the feeling that something about this man was familiar. Somehow, he really did remind him of Isa. Could that really just be a coincidence?
No harm in asking, right?
"Are you sure you don't at least know a guy named Isa?" he asked. "You both look kinda alike."
There was more to it then how he looked, but Ven couldn't quite put his finger on what that was, much less describe it.
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"He no longer exists."
It was truth in every sense of the word, and even if it wasn't an answer to Ven's question in the strictest sense, it did imply that he knew who Isa had been, at the very least.
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Ven takes a step back at those words, his sudden confusion evident in his expression. Had Saix not said any more - had he just brushed the boy off, or given him a more neutral reply, Ventus might have just left; left without suspecting anything amiss at all.
But instead he kept his expression fixed on the man, and raised his voice ever so slightly. Who was this man...and what had he done with his friend?
"What are you trying to say?"
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That and he was prying enough as it was. Irritating though it was to have himself be the topic of conversation, it was quite easy to lead him along. And confusion and frustration were excellent vehicles for the truth that would wound a heart.
"The boy you knew is dead," he answered simply, leaving no room for doubt. "You won't find him here - or anywhere."
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For a moment, Ventus remains silent, trying to process those words. Dead, dead...no way. He couldn't actually mean that! He was just exaggerating, or trying to trick him, or something. Isa was just a normal kid! Why would anyone want to hurt him?
This man knew something, and he had to find out what that was.
"What are you talking about?" he asked. His tone was demanding, but unsteady. "What happened to him?"
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"Did he mean that much to you?" Saïx asked quietly. "So much that you'd fight me over it?"
He'd barely met Ven, all those years ago. That he should have made quite such a profound impression didn't exactly seem terribly likely.
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...well, Ven couldn't do anything about it. He was stuck in Paixao.
But he wasn't going to give up until he knew anyway.
"I'm not here to fight! I just want to know what you're talking about." This guy had started this whole mess - he had to have answers!
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"How much is it worth to you."
For that he didn't inflect it as such it was very much a question and one that implied that if he didn't care for the answer he might not answer it at all. He had better things to do with his time, or so it implied.
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He just wanted a real answer. That was all. He wanted to be a hero, a Keyblade Master - not someone who just forgot about the people that he met on his journeys.
Finding out what this man knew was worth a lot.
"I just want to know."
The determination and sincerity in those words was answer enough - it did matter, and he wasn't giving up.
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"How much?" he reiterated as if his intentions should have been obvious long before this. He was neither patient nor well-inclined to do things that didn't benefit him in some manner or another, and even in those two words, he managed to imply at least something of both.
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So what did he have to do to find out? What did the man want?
"I'm not leaving until you tell me more." That was the honest truth, and he could take that however he wanted.
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It was merely bothersome to find that he'd found the answer that Sora hadn't to his questions. Especially in light of his similarities to XIII.
"Radiant Garden has fallen. It lives no more."
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He couldn't quite believe it. In fact, part of him wanted to think that the man was lying. That something like that would be impossible. But...what if it wasn't?
That only left questions. Who would do something like that? How? Why?
"...when? How? Last time I saw it, everything..."
Everything had been just fine, no more then a few weeks ago. If something had happened to it - even if it was in the future (because Sora was from the future, right? So maybe this guy was, too.)...what could that mean?
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"It fell not long after you left, I believe. Perhaps your very presence there helped cause the decay?"
Of course, it had been no such thing, as far as Saïx was aware, but the Heartless had come from outside the Garden. Besides surely darkness would have chased after a young Keyblade wielder. The darkness was never far from the light, and he'd never had much of a chance to ask after the inky darkness he'd heard had lurked in the basement of the castle, much less where exactly it come from.
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Protect the world order. Don't involve yourself unless it was for the sake of all worlds. He and his friends had all followed those rules...hadn't they?
"That's not possible. It can't be." Still, the words were spoken with less conviction then his arguments before. He couldn't help but think that, maybe, even if it wasn't their fault...what if it was something they had brought with them? Something that was following them.
Wait...maybe that really was it.
And Ventus could only think of one thing that might be.
Perhaps to Saix's disappointment, some of the shock began to fade from his expression. Suddenly, the boy was just a little more focused, a little more serious.
"Did what happened to the city have anything to do with the Unversed? Or a guy in a mask?" he asked, desperately hoping for a straight answer.
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Of course, as far as he knew, the fall of Radiant Garden had absolutely nothing to do with masked men and Unversed. But if that was where Ven's thoughts turned to, who was he to disabuse the boy of them. The important part was that Radiant Garden had fallen, not so much the hows of it. The darkness came at the light and then it had been no more. Did it matter how that darkness came to be?
"What if I were to say it did?"
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But Ventus couldn't give up now. If the Unversed really had gotten a chance to do so much damage - to destroy a world outright - and if Vanitas had something to do with it, then it was more important than ever that they fix this mess. Somehow, they had to do something about the threat before it got any worse. Knowing could make a huge difference.
"I have to know. It's important!" Again, the shock was absent from his tone, and he didn't quite sound desperate anymore, either. He was just determined. There wasn't any time for what-ifs or messing around.
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"This is not your world," he answered, after a moment of silence. "Nor is it the world in question. What good will it serve you to worry about what has already been?"
True, it wasn't dead and gone in Ven's time. But die it would, despite anything he did. One person couldn't be anywhere and the darkness was ever patient. There wasn't anything knowing the truth would do for him.
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...but in truth, if he knew, it would have made no difference in how much he wanted to try. How much he wanted to keep his friends safe, and keep the worlds as intact as possible. And whether or not knowing the truth really was better, he still wanted to know.
"There's more to it then that!" Ventus replied, though he was starting to wonder if it would do any good. "Other worlds are in danger, too."
But did this man care? It really didn't seem as if he did, and that just made Ven wonder all the more who he really was.
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"You can't save the worlds."
Not on his own and most certainly not while he stayed in Paixao.
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As he watched the man say those words, he couldn't help but think that something just didn't fit - not about the words themselves, but about the person saying them.
You can't save the worlds.
It wasn't true - it wasn't - but that wasn't what had caught Ven's attention. It was the way he said it as if it didn't matter at all. As if it didn't make him feel anything.
Maybe it was just Ven's imagination. But he had to ask.
"Who are you, anyway?"
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"No one you need to concern yourself with," he answered.
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There was no other explanation for why he was dodging his questions. He wasn't even willing to give Ven his name...there had to be a reason.
Had Saix said nothing about Isa no longer existing, Ventus may have just walked away long before without thinking that anything was strange about him. But now Ventus was sure that this was a man who was up to something - someone to keep an eye on. Somehow, he had to find out what that "something" that was going on was.