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paixaorpg2011-09-07 11:21 pm
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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.
no subject
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.