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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2018 16:27:28 GMT -5
[attr="class","lcontainer"] [attr="class","lgrey"] [attr="class","lsquare1"] [attr="class","lsquare2"] [attr="class","lplate"] [attr="class","lpik"] [attr="class","ltextholder"] [attr="class","ltext1"]To cling to hearts... [attr="class","ltext2"]Is to cling to the ugliness...of ourselves [attr="class","lscroll"] The sun would soon set on the castle of Radiant Garden.. or what was left of it in this case. They still had not rebuild it completely and it looked more like a ruin than it's former glory, but Marluxia didn't really care anyway at the moment. He had his position on cliff close to the castle, knelled down and watching any activities down there... He was sure Larxene would do her job perfectly, but he could still scout the place out to make it easier for her to get their target.
The assassins eyes narrowed, the light falling on his back warming him up a little, but it did nothing to the cold energy that was radiating from his chest and making it feel more like there was no sun at all that could spend him any light. Roxas had failed to set him free... and now the darkness was stronger than ever, trying to drown him with much more force than before. Of course he tried to hold his ground, but how much longer would he have? He needed to get his plan set up and running as fast as possible and break himself free of these chains. He was not done yet... he would not go down without a fight to remember! He would only stop when the last bit of hope had left the remains of his own soul. Slowly he stood up, seeing that there was no one on the grounds at the moment and his arms crossed in front of his chest as he thought about the details of the attack he had ordered Larxene to do. The Computer might be the answer to his problems. After all, it belonged to Ansem.
His face was blank, but his hand moved up to his chest, his fingers brushing over it for a moment as in hopes of reaching something that wasn't there. He couldn't feel a heartbeat.. And that was all because of Xehanort. How could he have been so blinded from his one victory over the silver devil? His pride had taken something very important from him...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2018 18:29:15 GMT -5
T H E F R E E S H O O T E R ➳ ➳ ➳
Braig dropped from his hiding spot in a nearby tree, landing behind the assassin with a dulled thud. He straightened his back, rolling his neck as if trying to release a cramped and knotted muscle, before walking towards the other man. He walked with a saunter, yet his loose strides remained controlled and purposeful. He finally reaches the pink-haired man and pats him on the shoulder as he slowly swings around to take his place at Marluxia's left. The gesture might have normally been considered a simple, friendly pat, especially considering the nonchalant nature of the sniper, but something about it conveyed an almost threatening aspect.
"Well, tulip, doing a little bit of sightseeing today? How exciting." Braig cooed in an almost singsong voice, sarcasm practically dripping from every note as he twisted around to train his piercing eye on the assassin.
In comparison to the assassin, Braig was a monster. Several long years alone with the shard had consumed him almost entirely, yet somehow a stubborn blaze of his personality, a thread of slight humanity that was lost in the dark, remained ablaze in this hollowed husk of a man. The soul reflected on the body; as such, Xehanort's control reflected on his outward appearance more so than any of the other Seekers. Despite being recompleted, the sniper was beginning to look, and act, more and more like his Nobody, Xigbar, every passing day. To any outside observer, he would be almost unrecognizable from the young guard he used to be. Yet, it was the sheer strength of his will alone that prevented him from succumbing entirely.
In truth, Braig was well aware of the shard that was consuming him alive. He loathed it with a burning passion, but as it ate him alive his hope of freeing himself had began to fade away. Xehanort's control over him had deepened, his command manifesting like intrusive thoughts that the sniper had no control over. Sometimes, particularly in the heat of battle, he even felt like his bullets were being steered by someone else's hand.
"Ya know, I don't remember the old coot saying anything about the Radiant Garden..." Braig added with a rough laugh as he turned back to face the ruined castle.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2018 12:35:26 GMT -5
[attr="class","lcontainer"] [attr="class","lgrey"] [attr="class","lsquare1"] [attr="class","lsquare2"] [attr="class","lplate"] [attr="class","lpik"] [attr="class","ltextholder"] [attr="class","ltext1"]To cling to hearts... [attr="class","ltext2"]Is to cling to the ugliness...of ourselves [attr="class","lscroll"] Normally, Marluxia's intuition had never failed him so far and so he wasn't surprised that one of the seekers would start looking for him soon to make sure he was doing his assigned work. What he had not expected, was to hear the voice of a certain Freeshooter that had once dragged him into this mess over a year ago. Xigbar had been the reason for him to be in the organization in the first place and maybe that is the reason why the old devil had send him of all people to come and check on him? Tsk...
Marluxia stood his ground, nothing moving an inch from his spot, but his eyes followed Braig's every move with that still cold expression on his face. The fragments of them were resonating with each other and it made the assassin sick. He had tried to stay out of their way all this time for a reason, after all.
He just chuckled at the words of the other, the unspoken threat pretty easy to detect in the others voice. “And if I remember correctly, he has not given you the order to spy on me.. or has he? I am sure you have better things to do, Xigbar.”, he just noted, seeming unimpressed by the other being here and trying to make him uncomfortable with his presence. “Keeping an eye on the former world of light can always come in handy. Especially with all the keybladers going in and out this place recently. Just like ex-members of the other organization. So.. do you mind?”
He turned around, walking past the strange man that had been under Xehanort's order for who-knows-how-long. Marluxia didn't trust him one bit. Xigbar was a toy just like everyone else in the Seekers were. He could almost imagine Xigbar catching a bone in his mouth like a dog, should his master order him to do so. This man had no dignity.. and so Marluxia wouldn't have any respect for him. He had sold himself to the darkness. The assassin moved a hand through his hair as he continued to walk. He somehow had the feeling that Xigbar won't leave him alone so easily.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2018 14:53:33 GMT -5
T H E F R E E S H O O T E R ➳ ➳ ➳
Braig wasn't going to let the other Seeker go that easily. He casually followed behind the pink-haired assassin, taking his time. After all, he had all day and had no plans of leaving until the sniper got the information he had came for.
"I'm just checking in on an old friend," Braig sneered. Though he had recruited the flowery assassin oh-so-many years ago, Braig felt little more than a faint sense of contempt for the other man. After all, he hadn't forgotten the happenings at Castle Oblivion... The first hurdle they had encountered following the old coot's plan to reforge that fancy keyblade. Though at the end of the day, Braig was impressed with just how close Marluxia had came to overthrowing ol' Xemnas. Perhaps, it was that kind of tenacity which had led Xehanort to choosing the pink-haired man as another vessel. "After all, tulip, I wouldn't want you to get lonely out here."
In truth, the sniper had been checking up on Marluxia, though it was of his own accord. The shards within the Seekers resonated with each other, and long-time bearers like Braig had a way of sensing when something was amiss. It was that sense of foreboding that had brought Braig here, and now that he was closer to the assassin, he could tell that something was wrong. Somehow, someway, the shard within Marluxia had changed.
... Had he tried to break free? Braig had no way of knowing, but for now, he would simply play along with the assassin and hope he came forward with truth under his own terms... Or else, the sniper would be forced to make him to talk. He crossed his arms behind his back, and nonchalantly caught back up to Marluxia's side.
"And since you've been such a good scout, why don't you tell me about the inhabitants down there? I'm sure the old coot will be anticipating a really interesting report to warrant a trip all the way out here," Braig mused, his rough voice sounding a bit grating on the ears, as he focused his eyes on the castle... his old home. He was asking purely out of curiosity, but he was also partly interested by Marluxia's claims of keybladers going in and out.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2018 15:20:02 GMT -5
[attr="class","lcontainer"] [attr="class","lgrey"] [attr="class","lsquare1"] [attr="class","lsquare2"] [attr="class","lplate"] [attr="class","lpik"] [attr="class","ltextholder"] [attr="class","ltext1"]To cling to hearts... [attr="class","ltext2"]Is to cling to the ugliness...of ourselves [attr="class","lscroll"] Of course he wouldn't leave him alone... something was telling him that Xigbar knew something.. something about what he was doing the whole time. What other reason would there be for him to come here today and get on his nerves? Calling him 'friend' would have almost made the assassin laugh, but lacking the heart to burst out into emotions right now, only a smile would spread on his face and a soft chuckle escape his lips.
“Friends? Don't act like you have the heart to feel any worry for me or concern. Should I feel honored for you to take your time and come here to talk to me with a full schedule?”
Hearing that Xigbar wanted a report from him was almost to easy to predict. He was not here because of fake concern, of course. He was here to make sure that Marluxia wasn't doing anything stupid. The assassin stopped, turning his head to the Freeshooter, his head slightly tilted to the side as he seemed to think about the report. “Like traveling here is so hard...”, he noted, before sighing. “Well, if you insist, I will inform you off my meetings so far and about what I have seen from the castle.” Crossing his arms, he would look around for a moment to check that no one could see them or hear them. He likes his privacy and being a manipulator himself, he should be able to give Xigbar what he wanted and make him leave as fast as possible.
“As Radiant Garden being an important key point of the worlds, it is to expect that Sora or Riku could show up here and Sora already has. Besides that, I met Roxas on a world not far from here. The boy might still be worth of capturing, but I let Xehanort decided if he should be destroyed or not. And I know the puppet is somewhere hidden in the walls. The castle is being used again by the Vexen and Ienzo and guarded by Lexeaus. The computer has been destroyed recently, but is being restored soon, so should Xehanort need anything from Ansem's database, he will have to wait for them to finish their job or do it himself.”
With his report finished, he would place a hand on his hip now, the other moving through his hair. “Satisfied? I have no orders from Xehanort himself, so I am keeping a lookout for interesting activities on the worlds. Anything else?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 0:09:35 GMT -5
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Braig simply grinned in response to Marluxia's report. Everything the assassin had said matched what he himself had already witnessed. Unbeknownst to Marluxia, Braig had also been keeping an eye on the old castle for the last several weeks. The sniper had been careful to stay hidden, preferring to remain tucked away in a faroff tree, witnessing events unfold through the barrel of his Sharpshooters. He had seen them all through his crosshairs: Even, Ienzo, even Aeleus. Every time, a part of him had wanted to pull the trigger, but yet he never fired a single shot.
"Good boy, so I see you have been busy," Braig sarcastically praised the pink-haired man as he walked forward in front of the assassin. His steps were measured, like he was counting his own footfalls even though his eye remained focused on the castle ahead.
"You found Roxas AND Sora? And here I was, worried you were getting a little too much free time. After all, I can't have you wandering off too far, tulip... Boy, you sure proved me wrong," Braig snidely rambled, that sarcastic tone creeping back in his voice, as he rolled his head back in a casual dismissal of the assassin. Though he never showed it, the idea of three pint-sized keybladers running around had been enough to thoroughly irritate the sniper.
Now several feet in front of Marluxia, he stops. The shard which had eaten him alive was resonating with the other's, his own inner darkness towering, nearly palpable, as proof of his own corruption.
The neophyte still had so much fight left in him... "Tell me about Roxas," The sniper's tone turned darker, his statement becoming more of an outright order than casual conversation. He was beginning to become more suspicious than he had already been, and it had something to do with the Marluxia and that keyblade wielder.
Something didn't feel right.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 7:54:38 GMT -5
[attr="class","lcontainer"] [attr="class","lgrey"] [attr="class","lsquare1"] [attr="class","lsquare2"] [attr="class","lplate"] [attr="class","lpik"] [attr="class","ltextholder"] [attr="class","ltext1"]To cling to hearts... [attr="class","ltext2"]Is to cling to the ugliness...of ourselves [attr="class","lscroll"] Marluxia held back a growl of irritation when the sniper treated him like some kind of dog. The true dog was Xigbar, not him. But he stayed calm, his expression not changing as he watched the man with the eyes of a hawk. When the man continued, the assassins eyes would narrow slowly, his hand that moved through his hair returning to his side. Something about this smelled way to off.. what did Xigbar want from him? This wasn't a normal report... As Xigbar stepped closer, now almost in front of him, Marluxia could feel his fragment reacting to the one that was many shades darker the Freeshooter held within him. The corruption of his body was almost complete and having that scent of darkness tower over him made his shard active even more, his body seeming to be slowly corrupted by an other fragment being so close. Marluxia could feel it... And the spoken order about Roxas was enough prove. Xigbar had felt that something was wrong... he knew Marluxia was planning something, didn't he?
Was he trying to force him to speak the truth? The shard made a strange sensation set in his chest, Marluxia continuing to glare at the other. “What about the boy?”, he asked in the same tone of voice as before. "Roxas is stumbling through the worlds, trying to be something he can't. He has no real use for us, so why do you want to know more about him?”
Marluxia acted untouched by the order, but the fragment was nagging him, pulling at his throat to say other words. Of course he was fighting it, standing his ground against the infestation of his heart. He was not a goner like Xigbar was and even though breaking free of the fragment had been a failure.. he wouldn't tell Xigbar about it. Never. Who knows what Xehanort will do to him to make the fragment even stronger. His future depended on it... and Larxene was also in danger and he wouldn't let down his partner. The assassin tilted his head, getting a little closer to the other, staring him into those orange orbs with a rather strong scent of seriousness and doubt about the others motives. “What are you trying to do here, Xigbar? Are you intending to sew seeds of chaos among the seekers?”, he would ask, his voice dangerously low. They were both strong personalities ready to clash. The question was.. who had the upper hand in this war?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 15:12:05 GMT -5
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Braig let out a rough, huffing laugh, dismissing the assassin's accusations. Was the neophyte really trying to contest him of all people? Didn't this man know his place? The darkness in him reverberated, and the urge to quell what remained of the pink-headed man's spirit under the heel of his boot flashed through his mind unimpeded. He returned the assassin's stare unfazed, his own eye narrowing in cruel amusement.
"Me? As if!" The Freeshooter quipped with a chuckle as he closed the distance between the himself and assassin. An electric tension arced through the air, and the Freeshooter seemed to be practically basking in it. "Ya know, tulip. The more I hear out of you, the more I think I should be asking you the same thing... Especially given your track record."
Now within arm's reach, the Freeshooter lingered, seemingly flaunting his position well within reach of the assassin's weapon as slowly circled the assassin. He felt certain that the other man wouldn't try to attack him, but if things went awry, Braig was primed to warp away at a moment's notice.
This close to the other and the sensation of something amiss intensified. He could feel it: a sensation like hearing a wrong note, or seeing something precariously crooked in an otherwise perfect environment. It was then that he felt himself begin to lose himself to his own shard, the darkness within him rising up to take control. Such lapses were becoming to be more common, seemingly brought on more frequently by his close proximity to the other Seekers.
What remained of Braig's personality seemed to temporarily slough off, leaving behind a disposition as cruel and inhuman as the silver-haired devil himself. He felt his body move, seemingly steered by puppet strings, as he swung back around to face the assassin. He advanced, pushing himself into the other man's space as pushed forward his accusation.
"In fact, Marluxia, I might even go as far to say that you're intending to betray us again." The shard controlling him spoke with his voice as he felt his own face curl into a predatory grin. As he sneered, like a predator cornering its prey, he reached out to his side, preparing to call forth his Sharpshooters.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 15:41:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","lcontainer"] [attr="class","lgrey"] [attr="class","lsquare1"] [attr="class","lsquare2"] [attr="class","lplate"] [attr="class","lpik"] [attr="class","ltextholder"] [attr="class","ltext1"]To cling to hearts... [attr="class","ltext2"]Is to cling to the ugliness...of ourselves [attr="class","lscroll"] The one-eyes sniper was circling him like a wolf ready to bounce, waiting for a mistake the assassin would make now. He was questioning Marluxia's loyalty and knowing his history till now, the man would of course doubt him and his words. He knew Marluxia was good with manipulating and the man was not going to stop trying to wiggle his way out of this situation. The fragment in Xigbar was growing much stronger, the darkness overshadowing that of the man with the blossom-colored hair. It was trying to squeeze him like the grip of the Guardian that held his heart captive. His fragment was trying to take over... the resonance between them needed to be cut. Taking a deep breath, Marluxia would look over his shoulder to find the man being ready to summon his weapons on him. So, this is how far he would go? Would he really try to eliminate him? Xigbar should know of the power he held.. the reason he was part of the seekers now and why Xehanort had hunt him down in the first place.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, the assassin would chuckle. “So... You truly believe so?” He now turned around fully, his hand moving up to move through his hair once more and set everything the way he liked it to be. “You should know that I can't betray the Seekers for a very simple reason, Xigbar.”
He moved up his hand, pointing it at the others chest. “The fragment. Fighting it is completely useless as it will become one of us in a matter of time anyway. You should know that.”, he spoke with his soft voice having returned. “Any attempt of regaining freedom would meet a bitter end. I am sure Xehanort has told all that are among us, if they don't know already, so why try?”
Crossing his arms, his eyes would fall shut for a moment as he seemed to muse over it in his mind. “I am sure you know that I have been crushed by Xehanort's power. He has already proven to me that he is the true master among those in the universe. And like you, I would rather prefer to stay on the winning side, hm?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 19:31:47 GMT -5
As the tension escalated between the sniper and the reaper, another Nobody was in Radiant Garden. Mordred had arrived through a Corridor of Darkness in an alley. His last trip here ended with a battle against a supposed Heartless Commander. Mordred, not wishing to waste effort on beings that were so below him, had decided to keep watch over the computer in Ansem's lair. As far as he knew, Ansem was no longer around and the computer was only guarded by some sort of militia calling itself the "Restoration Committee". However, rumors had been spreading about Ansem the Wise's former apprentices taking up residence again. While they were rumors in Radiant Garden, Mordred knew at least one had returned. Even, formerly Vexen of Organization XIII. If he came back, it wouldn't be out of the question if others had returned as well. If this was the case, Mordred would have to gather more intel in order to gain access to the data as painlessly as possible. The situation continued to become more complicated, but it mattered not to Mordred. He had to see what those who opposed Xehanort knew. If he did, Mordred could manipulate each side of the battlefield more easily. A new Keyblade War would gather many Hearts in an almost unheard of span of time, but going in blind would be the end of Mordred and he couldn't have that. Survival was of the upmost importance.
As Mordred walked out of the alley and onto the streets, he noticed that there weren't a lot of people out and about. Mordred could sense a building tension in the air. Perhaps there was a fight about to occur. If so, then Mordred would have to investigate. The potential to collect Hearts was too much to pass up. Mordred jumped to the building rooftops and made his way over to the epicenter of the tension. Finally, he found them. A man with an eyepatch and a pink-haired man, both dressed in black coats, just like Xemnas. Mordred had to take a moment to observe them, but he recognized them as Xigbar and Marluxia, former members of Organization XIII. Xemnas's computer was appearing more and more like a lucky find, despite the "Superior's" insistence that it was of no consequence to Mordred. However, both of them had regained their Hearts, much like Even. So, he could collect either Heart and possibly any Hearts resulting from collateral damage. All he had to do was observe and stay out of sight for the time being.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2018 12:27:34 GMT -5
T H E F R E E S H O O T E R ➳ ➳ ➳
The resonance shifted, weakening in strength, as Braig felt the balance of power between the two Seekers even out. The shard's control over him waned, pulling back like the tide, and for now the sniper found himself in complete control again. He watched the other with that same piercing eye, his arm still ready to draw his arrowgun, as the assassin attempted to prove his innocence, well aware that one wrong move would result in a messy brawl.
Once the assassin was finished, the sniper looked his over, as if judging the nature of his very soul. He held still, fingers drifting through the air as if already feeling for the cool metal stocks of his Sharpshooters. Tension hung in the air like fog, but with a cocky grin, the sniper dropped his arms and stepped back into a less threatening stance.
"You got a point there, tulip," Braig mused in agreement, falling for the other's lie. His sense of doubt had been misled, the change he had sensed in the assassin was simply him falling ever deeper into his master's grasp.
"You see, this shard?" He placed his own hand over his chest, feeling no more than the faint stirrings of his consumed heart as he spoke. "Small price to pay for what's coming. Once the old coot gets all his pieces in place? We're going to come out of this like kings."
In his mind, this was all part of some small trade off to get a keyblade of his own.It was just one long, twisted plot that had scarred his face and taken his eye and heart, but in the end, it would be worth it.
It was then that a slight noise, barely noticeable to the sniper, caught his attention. He swung around, scanning the nearby rooftops with his trained eye, but saw nothing.
TAG: @leonard @mordred ➳ WORDS: 308 NOTES: He's half blind :/
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2018 5:30:20 GMT -5
[attr="class","lcontainer"] [attr="class","lgrey"] [attr="class","lsquare1"] [attr="class","lsquare2"] [attr="class","lplate"] [attr="class","lpik"] [attr="class","ltextholder"] [attr="class","ltext1"]To cling to hearts... [attr="class","ltext2"]Is to cling to the ugliness...of ourselves [attr="class","lscroll"] Marluxia's face didn't change the whole time, his neutral expression plastered on it like a perfect poker face. At first it seemed that Xigbar waas not really buying his story, but Marluxia waited patiently, just glaring at him with confidence... and it worked. The other bought it and seemed to finally lose that aura again before telling him about how much they will achieve thanks to Xehanort. Marluxia doubted it... Who told them that Xehanort wouldn't betray them, once they have finished their task? Well, it was no wonder Xigbar followed him so blindly. He was already a puppet of his schemes for so long, that he had most likely almost lost all of his own mind. Knowing that this fate could befall him also... made his stomach turn slightly.
Marluxia crossed his arms and sighed slightly, before his attention turned to Xigbar once again, seeing that other was.. looking for something. Yes, there was something in the air.. it felt like someone was watching them. His blue orbs would start to scan the area, slightly narrowing as there didn't seem to be anything there.. but his senses never failed him before till now. Not being able to see anything however, his attention would drift back to Xigbar. “It seems we got a visitor.. who doesn't like to announce his presence.”
He stepped forward, once again looking around, however now with a smile on his face. “I don't like it when people eavesdrop on conversations I am having.. Why don't you come out and introduce yourself to us?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2018 20:07:31 GMT -5
Mordred's eyes narrowed from his hiding spot as he listened in on their conversation. The tension had gone away almost as quickly as it had arrived. While this might have been rather anticlimactic for some, Mordred was patient. It didn't take long for his patience to be rewarded, either. The one who used to be Xigbar mentioned a fragment and how once the "old coot" had everything in place, he and Marluxia would live like kings. Mordred took a peek at the duo below and noticed Xigbar place his hand over his chest. Was the fragment... in his Heart? Mordred pondered all of this. The old coot could be none other than Master Xehanort. He certainly fit the description and was most definitely planning something. Somehow he had managed to split his Heart and implant it in various individuals. Xigbar's appearance did seem somewhat similar to Master Xehanort, albeit younger and half-blind; the pointed ears, there was even some grey in his hair. The other one, Marluxia, had to have a fragment in him as well, though he must be a recent acquisition as he had no noticeable changes. Xemnas also had to have a connection to Master Xehanort, as his Will was too similar to be a coincidence. But what was the point? Master Xehanort was of the same mind as Mordred, wanting to bring about a balanced world. Was this his plan? Perhaps this was his way of surviving whatever he had planned. There was still too much to figure out, so Mordred decided to keep his knowledge to himself for now.
Then he got called out. Mordred gave them credit, they were more perceptive than he had given them credit. He might as well not keep them waiting. Mordred stood up from the house behind Marluxia and cracked his neck. "If I were the two of you, I would not speak so openly about such things. Master Xehanort doesn't seem like the type to forgive loose lips easily." Mordred then backflipped off the building and landed in front of Xigbar and Marluxia or whomever they were now. He adjusted his glasses as he gave off his usual indifferent aura. "Not that I much care for such things." Mordred looked between the two and shrugged. "Since you asked, my name is Mordred. I am... acquainted with both your former and your current leader, Xigbar and Marluxia. Don't bother asking. Your scientist friend was a bit too lax in his computer security." Mordred then continued to stare at the both of them, not even bothering to lower his hood as his scarlet eyes peeked out from his hood. He had a feeling that these two weren't nearly as incompetent as Even was.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2018 18:58:15 GMT -5
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Braig watched with a dry amusement as his suspicions were confirmed, although the sniper wasn't at all pleased that the pink-haired assassin had spotted their intruder first. He rolled his head, slowly turning on his heels to face their new interloper. A narrowed, golden eye peered into the darkness that masked the other's identity, trying to resolve even the slightest hint of detail. Finally, a faint glint of glass signaled from the darkness, and underneath that, the sniper's eye was met with a crimson stare. The suddenness was enough to leave the gunman slightly taken aback as he watched their encroacher babble on and on.
"Leave it to Frosty to get his stuff hacked by Four-Eyes over here," Braig chuckled, gesturing at the hooded man while glancing over at Marluxia, as if this was all some kind of joke. Though truth be told, the gunman was rather unimpressed despite their interloper's disinterest in the situation. After all, even the sniper himself had been able to hack his way into Vexen's computer back in he day, and he wasn't exactly the most tech savy of the old Organization. He knew that the scientist would likely be livid at the thought of this 'Mordred' besting his 'security', and the scenario which played in his mind only increased his perceived humor of the situation. Eventually, the sniper's humor faded as he began to grow bored with their new intrusion.
"Let's cut to the chase. If you know as much as you act like you do, kid, then you'd know we don't exactly take kindly to strangers," Braig scoffed, lazily gesturing in the air with one hand as he placed the other on his hip. His words carried an unspoken threat: 'Leave or I'll shoot'. Though Braig, who was more than a little trigger happy at times, would be very tempted to pop off a few shots in both scenarios. Either way, his patience was beginning to wear a bit thin with the hooded man and his implied wealth of knowledge.
TAG: @leonard @mordred ➳ WORDS: 337 NOTES: "Oh look, Marluxia, target practice."
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2018 11:17:37 GMT -5
[attr="class","lcontainer"] [attr="class","lgrey"] [attr="class","lsquare1"] [attr="class","lsquare2"] [attr="class","lplate"] [attr="class","lpik"] [attr="class","ltextholder"] [attr="class","ltext1"]To cling to hearts... [attr="class","ltext2"]Is to cling to the ugliness...of ourselves [attr="class","lscroll"] Marluxia crossed his arms, watching the scene unfold in silence in front of him. The man that appeared said some very interesting things. His aura made it very obvious that he was not human.. no, he was a vessel, a nobody. Mordred seemed very certain of himself, talking to them so openly and saying he knew their boss and their names. Part of him was curious of what connection he shared with the other, since he didn't have a fragment in him. His fragment would have reacted to him immediately, like it did to Braig.
If this guy had gained all this information from he computer, than maybe he was an obstacle they would have to take care off as soon as possible, who knew. Xigbar seemed ready to get to this point, that boredom on his face showing that this man was not really impressing him one bit. So Xigbar didn't know him also... this nobody truly could be lying to them, but Marluxia didn't really care. The only information he saw as valuable was that this man had also been able to hack the computer, so it shouldn't be to hard to get to the information he wanted at all?
His blue orbs closed, a chuckle escaping his lips. “I would do as he says, Mordred... unless you are able to avoid a rain of lasers... or have a death wish.”, he would speak out with his normal tone of voice. He wouldn't get dragged into a fight today. If Xigbar wanted to turn him into a swizz cheese, than Marluxia wouldn't stop him, but watch at the sideline and enjoy the show. “Be my guest.. entertain me, both of you.”
His hand would move up, pointing at the Castle. “However, I would keep in mind we are not on neutral grounds. A fight would cause the guards to get involved and today is not a good day for a blood-bath on the steps of the Castle... don't you agree, Xigbar?”
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