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paixaorpg2012-01-10 02:39 pm
nonomoribird) wrote in paixaorpg2012-01-10 02:39 pm
The unsought [Active]
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.
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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The fact that Yorda took that very same moment to climb to her feet was interesting - very interesting - but he had no care to chastise her at the moment. Unplanned though this had been, it was an excellent way to test her abilities in ways he had either been unwilling or unable to test. Having (partially unwittingly) driven her to the point of collapse he could now see how willingly she used what little power she still had left to her, as well as what that power good do. A trial by fire, for his key above all other keys.
So he neither aided nor abetted the scene unfolding. He didn't even speak into the silence. He had no need to. Not until someone happened to directly address him, and thus far, no one had even bothered that.