The unsought [Active]

[nonomoribird]

Character(s): Ansem, Yorda, Mao, the Master, and Urd.
Content: Ansem has plans for Yorda... and those who know her aren't happy.
Setting: Spira, the Calm Lands
Time: Late morning, late in Week 37
Warnings: Violence, darkness and a case of mistaken identity.

Yorda had quickly learned what to expect whenever Ansem had summoned her. The questions, not all of which she could answer, the doors she'd been made to open, and worst of all, the subtle reminders of her delicate situation. She'd stay with him in order to protect Mao - she had to, or Ansem would hurt him. So the glowing girl had been wholly compliant, bearing her situation without complaint - though meeting Kuja had helped. Arrogant and dismissive as he was, at least he wasn't Ansem, and she'd taken to bringing him tea whenever she saw him lurking about, listening to him talk about himself. It was company, at least, and although she didn't know how long she'd been locked away in the building, she'd found herself growing fond of the odd man, even if she didn't know what he was doing there.

The princess glanced nervously at the windows of her quarters and repressed a shudder. It was always dark in here - she always had to light the lamps or go by her own glow in order to find her way. She'd kept the curtains closed, not wanting to see the strange, sharp shapes hanging over the glass. Yorda tried to push it from her mind and went back to reading the book in her lap - a tome about the history of Paixao. At least Ansem generally allowed Yorda to do as she wished here, as long as she obeyed him.

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[thesoundofdrums]

Despite the desperate plea from Urd, the high tension from Mao's episode, and the sudden appearance of Ansem's beastly Guardian, The Master was unrelenting in his attacks. He drew one arm as the other recovered its energy and thrust his life force out as though pushing through an invisible barrier. Every step he took with his blasts grew shorter as it became evident he was losing his years with every new spark. With the first blast, his electric blue skeleton flashed for the briefest moment. However, as the battle grew longer, his flashes were more frequent and lasting. His exposures were frightening to many who saw him before, but it seemed to hardly faze the Guardian and its summoner.

It didn't faze The Master either. He remained focused on his own thoughts as he continued depleting every bit of himself into his offense.

TAP TAP TAP TAP there are only TAP TAP TAP TAP two who could TAP TAP TAP TAP stop the drums TAP TAP TAP TAP her TAP TAP TAP TAP and me TAP TAP TAP TAP and if I can't have her TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP it has to be me TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP