There is a shadow there that does not sleep [Active]

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Character(s): Ansem, the other residents of City Hall
Content: Having explored the options, Ansem moves in to the most logical place
Setting: City Hall
Time: Backdated to shortly after Ansem's arrival (Week 34)
Warnings: Ansem

For all that the city outside the great wall of thorns was intriguing, there was only place that Ansem had been willing to entertain as a place to stay during his time in this city. Oh, he'd done a certain amount of looking into the rest of the city, if only to put truth to any lies he might have had to offer later - and also to get a more thorough understanding of the people in the city - but in the end there had been no competition. It was fitting for darkness to remain at the heart of things, and so he'd once again returned to where he'd begun - although this time he set his portal for the opposite side of the wall of thorns. Nor did he make any attempt to hide the fact that he'd portalled into City Hall itself. If there were people here, no matter. He had nothing to apologize for, and indeed, he had no intention to do so.

Instead, he simply set about seeing what the building had to offer. It was to become his new residence, after all.

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"Not every day you find a man walking around who smells exactly like the Heartless." The stink of darkness on this character was nothing short of unmistakable, which left Scar somewhat unimpressed. Anyone with a decent nose could smell him coming from a mile away, which would make him hardly as useful as Kuja. Regardless, if he was here there must have been something at least vaguely decent about him, so it couldn't hurt to at the very least pretend to be friendly. Or at least pretend that he didn't plan to rip him to shreds should he prove to be out of line with Scar's ambitions. Better yet, have one of those brats with a Keyblade do it for him.

Scar was perched atop an outcropping, looking down on the silver-haired intruder with a piercing gaze and a mouthful of wicked fangs. After spending so much time around Maleficent, he was rather doubtful there was anything this man could do that would truly cause him any worry. Or should he just start calling him a Heartless now? There were no other scents that would identify him as anything else. Regardless, even if he did prove stronger than Maleficent, it wasn't like Scar hadn't dealt with such situations before. If there was any virtue he truly did possess, it was patience.