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paixaorpg2012-01-04 04:43 pm
moonlitnaught) wrote in paixaorpg2012-01-04 04:43 pm
The Doll and The Berserker
Character(s): Saïx and Xion
Content: A wayward doll is retrieved
Setting: In the streets of the city
Time: shortly after this
Warnings: ...see the characters involved
It had been inevitable that Marluxia would again resurface. Saïx had known that since the very moment he had first made his presence silently known on the journals. Revenge, or something like it for those who had left? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Saïx cared little to know of the details. All he cared for was the results. He had loosed things that would be tactical suicide if left unanswered. Dangerous things, to sway the minds and hearts of the people still in the city.
It could have been nothing other than a deliberate move. He'd seen enough of the man's answers to know that. It was merely far more troublesome than he cared to deal with.
But one trouble at a time. The army Marluxia had roused would need to be dealt with, yes. But that would take planning, and discussion, things he had little time for. Marluxia's ill-aimed post had roused the suspicion of a single key pawn; one who would need to be chased back to the fold. It for this reason that Saïx was out in the streets of the city mere moments after the post. The doll could not have run far. Would not have run far past its usual haunts. It would try to flee to them... or to the others it thought it could befriend. Simple paths, for a simple mockery of that which it had been meant to be.
There was nowhere it could escape to now, as Saïx stalked through the streets in search of his prey.
Content: A wayward doll is retrieved
Setting: In the streets of the city
Time: shortly after this
Warnings: ...see the characters involved
It had been inevitable that Marluxia would again resurface. Saïx had known that since the very moment he had first made his presence silently known on the journals. Revenge, or something like it for those who had left? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Saïx cared little to know of the details. All he cared for was the results. He had loosed things that would be tactical suicide if left unanswered. Dangerous things, to sway the minds and hearts of the people still in the city.
It could have been nothing other than a deliberate move. He'd seen enough of the man's answers to know that. It was merely far more troublesome than he cared to deal with.
But one trouble at a time. The army Marluxia had roused would need to be dealt with, yes. But that would take planning, and discussion, things he had little time for. Marluxia's ill-aimed post had roused the suspicion of a single key pawn; one who would need to be chased back to the fold. It for this reason that Saïx was out in the streets of the city mere moments after the post. The doll could not have run far. Would not have run far past its usual haunts. It would try to flee to them... or to the others it thought it could befriend. Simple paths, for a simple mockery of that which it had been meant to be.
There was nowhere it could escape to now, as Saïx stalked through the streets in search of his prey.