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Pitiful Heartless, mindlessly collecting hearts. Xehanort stood atop a small square tower of a building that so happened to house three small families, but they weren't important. He'd stood here for hours now, watching the Heartless roam the street, looking for hearts of light. The creatures were almost bestial in that regard. They aimed to consume all light they'd came across. They were beings of pure Darkness.
The night was cool, unexpectedly cool for a desert, but it wasn't necessarily uncomfortable. Xehanort had a very particular mission: He was searching for a candidate for the thirteenth vessel. The Seekers of Darkness could only create the X-Blade with a force of thirteen beings of Darkness clashing with seven guardians of the light. The fateful battle would soon be upon them, making Terra-Xehanort's mission of the utmost importance. The plan would fail if they could not produce a new vessel soon.
That brought Terra-Xehanort to Agrabah. The Heartless here were usually strong, and powerful darkness's often attract powerful beings of light. Xehanort was looking for a subject he could mold and set along a path that would prove...advantageous. The Heartless were especially thick this evening. The Fat Bandit and Bandit variety seemed to be the most common in town, but he'd seen some rarer varieties as well. Armored Archers and Red Bandits were out thick and a few Weeble Wobbles. He'd even seen a couple Cannoned Camels around town.
If anyone were to try to attack the swarms around town, they'd surely be in for a very excruciating fight. They will to come out ahead could lead to temptation from the darkness. If they weren't versed in suppressing the desire, Xehanort would swoop in and 'teach them to take care of that issue.'
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Dec 9, 2017 1:56:26 GMT -5
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| An uncontrolled shiver ran down the length of the Dark Knight’s spine as the cool night’s breeze bombarded him – assaulting his flesh through his thin, sheer cotton robes. His right hand firmly grasped the hilt of his blade, refusing to allow the cumbersome weapon to slip from his grasp. No, if he did so he’d lose his primary means of protecting the group of stray ragamuffins that he’d rescued earlier that evening. It pained him to admit but he’d grown soft, his weakness for orphaned children was ever growing. Perhaps, it was because they’d reminded him of the rambunctious youth he’d taken under his wings, trying to teach them valuable skills and trades that would allow them to one day leave the dredges of Rabanastres’ Low Town. The stereotypical heartless wasn’t necessarily hard to contend with unless they’d gathered reinforcements, ambushed him, or targeted one of the children.
He fought against his muscular fatigue, ignoring the ever-present sting of the lactic acid that had built up. His eyes narrowed as he felt the earth beneath his feet begin to tremor, the sound of heavy footfall gradually approaching their current location. Now, the Fat Bandits were notably harder to dispatch, their grotesquely unhealthy physique acted almost like a suit of armor – his blade struggled to find purchase upon their flesh. He’d extended his left hand in the Heartless’ direction, his eyes drifting shut as his lips moved rapidly. With each word of power spoken, one could sense the shift in the atmosphere, it was minute but one couldn’t deny the presence of the ever undulating amarantite flame.
“Destruction of nature, gather in flame! Fire!”
He’d hurled the flame without hesitation, cleaving his blade down in a harsh arc that sent a spray of sand in the beast’s direction. Without needing a prompt, the children scattered and began to duck into nearby houses, finding sanctuary wherever they could. He’d scarcely registered the presence of the Fat Bandit’s back up. Oh, well this proved to be difficult. He thought as the first Bandit bellowed in rage, slamming its meaty fist in Dieter’s direction. Before he could leap back, the shadowy claws of a Heartless emerged from the ground and grabbed at his feet. He’d twisted his blade in order to use it as a makeshift shield. It would take the brunt of the Fat Bandit’s blow but it did nothing to mitigate the sensation of the Heartless’ claw raking his flesh – its’ efforts rewarded with a visible series of crimson streaks.
“Oh, Fleeting Embers of Life, Burn bright and scorch the earth! Unholy Sacrifice.”
The very air around the Dark Knight burst into flames. The Heartless he’d managed to catch off guard found themselves being consumed by violet flames. Despite their best efforts, the flames wouldn’t go out no matter what means they’d used. It could be noticed that same flame danced upon the surface of Dieter’s skin – eating away at his very life force to fuel it. He’d felt his knees begin to buckle, his sword plunging into the ground as he’d used it to compensate for the momentary weakness – he’d over extended himself once again. This was the dangers of such an ability, there was no way to be certain how much energy he’d expend. As sudden as it’d had come into existence, it faded away with a simple passing breeze. Dieter’s brow drenched with newly formed beads of sweat, the exertion which catching up.
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Xehanort was nearly about to give up on the evening. He'd been waiting patiently for a wielder of light to be surrounded by the Heartless, but the night had been uneventful, aside from the high levels of Heartless. He had just summoned his Corridor of Darkness when he finally caught the scent of light...and, oddly enough, darkness. Consider his curiosity peaked. Xehanort turned his hooded form towards the action.
Terra-Xehanort now redirected his corridor to a rooftop closer to the action. Once he stepped back through, he caught the scene below. A young, blonde-haired male fighting for his life against a Fat Bandit and several Shadows. He seemed to be suffering the effects of a long drawn out battle. That seemed to mean that he'd been fighting for his existence for quite some time in the barren streets of late night Agribah.
It was then that he had caught his reason for fighting: a small group of defenseless children cowering in the corner of the alley. Perfect. There was his inspiration. If Xehanort were a gambling man he'd have bet all in on the young male resorting to the darkness to save the children if need be. He could already sense a tainted spirit, which meant he'd been under the Darkness's thrall at least once before. He caught the desperation in his eyes as he bounced from defensive against the overweight Heartless to the pain of a claw in the back. It wouldn't be long now.
His curiosity peaked even further when he saw violet flames erupt from the wielder's body. Xehanort had witnessed this same occurrence just before he'd taken over the very vessel he now stood in. The body was nearly ripe for the taking already. However, when he observed closer, he quickly sensed powerful light inside him as well. Was he channeling the darkness as a weapon then? Or, better yet, was the darkness using the boy? Xehanort needed further experimentation. He reached out with his "puppet strings" he'd often pulled on when calling on the creatures.
Soon enough, the Fat Bandit was joined by a company of four Bandits and two Red Bandits. A handful of Shadows also joined them as well, from another entrance to the small back alley. Now, came the most interesting presentation. Would this warrior further tap into his darker side to quell these beasts? Terranort's plan needed to see this warrior's breaking point fulfilled.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Dec 18, 2017 20:51:25 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| The Dark Knight’s teeth dug into his lower lip in frustration as his body continued its’ protest against even the most minute of movements. The muscles that lined his lower extremities spasmed, refusing to support his weight as he’d tried to stand up unaided. By the time he’d raised his head from against his hilt, he’d already noticed that the Fat Bandit had managed to call for reinforcements, two Red Bandits and four Bandits . He could hear the sound of their scimitars as they’d whistled through the air, periodically grinding against one another to send a chill down his spine. His head turned in the direction of the children, his stormy eyes widening in surprise as he saw yet another swarm of Shadows beginning to crawl from the darkness. His nostrils flared, the veins that lined his neck and framed his face bulged as he’d forced himself to move yet again.
If the Heartless bothered to pay attention to the ground, they’d notice that a glyph had formed beneath Dieter’s sword. It expanded outwards, shaping itself into a pentagram that sunburnt pentagram. His breathe came easier as he’d felt renewed vigor as Masamune granted him a boon of Regen and Haste . Sure, it wouldn’t do much but it would manage to combat his fatigue for the time being. Once the last of the Pentagram faded from existence, his blade began to radiate a baleful aura. It started as nothing more than a wisp of darkness extruded from the Ram’s mouth, however it quickly collated into a thick miasmic darkness that hung from the end of it blade. For a fraction of a second, one would of sworn that the Blade itself was alive, its’ presence accompanied by an unending ravenous hunger.
Their lifeforce, no matter how frail would sustain him. Dieter ripped his blade from the ground as he’d bolted towards the children. He chose to momentarily ignore the presence of the Bandits – they weren’t an immediate threat to the children. In two breaths, Dieter had managed to close the gap and his blade lashed out from behind him. Surprisingly, enough when it collided with a Heartless, it didn’t stop, no it kept pushing through – cleaving through three before it’d dug into the ground. It was only then that the effects of Sanguine Sword became apparent. Dieter’s pallor increased a bit as their very life-force was being channeled inwards and repairing his body. The children looked up at him in fear, he’d only looked down and smiled softly.
“Forgive me, for showing you such an ugly sight… Close your eyes and stay behind me.”
He said as one hand shifted from the hilt of his blade to caress the cheek of a child.
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[googlefont=Open+Sans] This heart has returned to the darkness [attr="class","firstfriend"] All things begin in darkness, and all so end, the heart is no different. he mindless beasts were accomplishing the task assigned to them well enough. The numbers were indeed overwhelming the warrior, and Terra-Xehanort could smell the darkness rising within him. He assumed that if he were presented with a more hazardous opponent then he would fully give into the temptation and allow his inner darkness to rise. "One more then."With that, a massive head covered in tendrils emerged from the ground, behind the children. He would surround them and, force their backs against a wall. The bandits and red bandits were closing in as well. How would this one react to imminent doom? The bandits one by one began to strike towards the back of the dark knight. Terra-Xehanort had made an unfortunate calculation. The Darkside was seeking to wipe the three of them out with a single attack. He bent over for a brief moment and then leaned backwards. As he did a massive orb of orange and dark violet began to grow within his already large hands. This wasn't good. Terra-Xehanort couldn't have this one destroying the mysterious warrior, not when he needed to see him grow and become one with the darkness inside him. He would have to step in a little earlier than intended. The vessel of Xehanort dashed forward, from atop the building he'd been watching from. This body's physical prowess allowed him to leap over the bodies of the smaller Heartless as well as the knight and children as he summoned his key in a plume of darkness. He plunged his key into the Heartless and allowed it to tear through him as gravity took hold and he landed on the ground. The hooded Xehanort turned to the Bandits and snapped his finger, dismissing them as he did. To someone who knew no better, it would almost look as if he defeated them with a single snap as they disappeared in a plume of darkness similar to the Darkside behind him, who'd actually been felled. He wondered if the knight would be able to tell the difference. It mattered little to Xehanort. "Creatures of Darkness. The Heartless are mindless beasts who only seek to feed upon the light." | ✉ | Sorry for the lateness of the post. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 9, 2018 1:18:18 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| The Dark Knight’s heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach when he heard the children’s panicked, desperate cries as the Dark Side began to rise up from the earth’s depths. Its’ tendrils snaked forward, encompassing the children and corralling them away from their protector – forcing them flush against the back wall. His hand that had just moments prior been caressing one of the children’s cheeks returned to the hilt of his blade. He defiantly brought his sword across his chest, utilizing it as a make-shift shield against the Bandit’s barrage of blows. From behind him, he felt a searing heat, one that intensified with each passing second as the Darkside’s orb continued to grow in size. Dieter’s grip on his sword tightened as he’d lashed out suddenly, successfully making to force the bandits back for a split second – enough for him to catch a singular breathe.
However, that brief reprieve was all that Dieter required as he’d let his eyes drift shut, the Darkness contained within him violently stirring to life. It’d manifested itself as a tangible amaranthine flame that danced across his entire silhouette, its’ fiery presence waning the remainder of his strength. His breathe came out ragged as his eyes fluttered shut and the flames launched outwards, colliding against the bandits and encasing them each in a similar amaranthine flame. No doubt, they’d immediately feel the effect of the phantasmal flame as it’d burned at their very essence – they’d also discover no matter how hard they tried, normal means were incapable of snuffing on the relentless flame. Dieter’s teeth ground against one another as he’d struggled against his innate desires to simply close his eyes, to drift off into a slumber. No, he knew if he did so, he wouldn’t awaken – they’d cut him down where he fell.
He scarily registered Terra-Xehanort’s shadow as it’d drifted across the ground even as he’d stared directly at it. He noticed how there was a sudden shift in the shadows behind him followed shortly after by the Darksides’ enraged and pained roars. Before he threatened to fall unconscious, Dieter’s head craned in Terra-Xehanort’s direction, his attention momentarily captured by the audible snap of his fingers. When he’d turned to face the Bandits, they too had faded into nothingness, the only trace of their presence was a series of quickly diminishing plumes of darkness. He’d managed to turn his head once more as he’d deactivated Unholy Sacrifice , his lips moving to utter a silent thank before his body crumpled forward. Strangely enough, never once did Dieter’s grip upon the hilt of his blade slacken. Terra-Xehanort’s words echoed within the recess of his mind. If Terra-Xehanort made no effort to stop the children, they’d surge forward and congregated around Dieter, each one concerned for his wellbeing. However, one paused momentarily to stare at Terra-Xehanort, they’d offered a cheeky grin and a word of thanks.
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[googlefont=Open+Sans] This heart has returned to the darkness [attr="class","firstfriend"] All things begin in darkness, and all so end, the heart is no different. verything was going smoothly. As Terra-Xehanort had planted his keyblade firmly into the large Heartless, he could feel the darkness erupting from the young swordsman. The young one showed a lot of promise in his handling of the Darkness within him, but still needed work on accepting it and channeling it. If he'd used the power Xehanort had sensed from the beginning, the mob may not have gotten out of hand. Of course, that was all on Xehanort who had piled it on faster than he could deal with them. Xehanort reached a hand toward the swordsman and a green aura overtook him, healing the dark warrior of his wounds from combat. It would be necessary to get him to full strength so that he could push him some more. Xehanort needed to channel his charisma, just as Master Xehanort had done to this vessel's original owner some years ago. "The darkness within you is exceedingly strong. IF you channel it properly you would easily be able to deal with Heartless in forces stronger than this."Terranort lowered his hood to give the young warrior a look at his face. The younger appearance with amber colored eyes and silver hair stared at him for a moment before look out upon the town. "The Heartless should avoid this area for now. You'll have a brief respite. With proper control, you can be ready for their return. You might even be able to find yourself capable of controlling the mindless ones."He didn't aknowledge the word of thanks from either the young boy or the warrior. All the thanks he needed was in this warrior's control over the darkness. He might make for a suitable thirteenth vessel. | ✉ | stick your notes in here, but keep it short. use this to tag if you have more than one person to tag. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 15, 2018 17:59:47 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Under Xehanort’s ministrations, Dieter’s aches, pains and fatigued faded into nothing as he was shrouded in lime green light. The children skittered back and forth excitably as the pallor returned to Dieter’s cheeks and his eyes fluttered open. His grip tightened around the hilt of his blade once more as he’d steadied himself, rising back to his feet slowly – reluctant to believe his injuries had healed entirely in such a brief timeframe. Xehanort exclaimed that the Darkness within him was strong, remarking if he’d wielded it properly he’d be able to dispatch far more Heartless. Was this man a fellow Dark Knight? Dieter thought to himself, reluctant to believe so due to the stigma they’d faced in Ivalice – they were regarded poorly by the Church due to the nature of their craft.
When his savior lowered his hood, Dieter was aghast for a moment when he’d noticed the piercing amber-hue of Xehanort’s eyes. He was baffled by Xehanort’s claims about the Heartless avoiding the area for the time being. Although, it was hard to refute due to the tone of certainty he’d spoken it with. Perhaps, this man knew more about the peculiar creatures, not that Syel’s research had yielded any mind-boggling breakthroughs yet – truthfully, it’d felt as they had questions and theories than when they’d begun. What truly piqued his interest was when Xehanort mentioned that if he’d controlled his Darkness properly, it was feasible for him to be able to control the mindless ones. Which ones were those though? Was it perhaps the smallest of the group, the ones that had raked up his legs pretty badly during their bout?
“Are ye a Dark Knight as well? Ye speak as if you are well acquainted with my craft…”
Dieter inquired, his eyes unoccupied hand reaching out towards the children, playfully ruffling their hair before he’d ushered them to leave. If this man spoke the truth, they’d be foolish not to make use of the brief reprieve to get back to their den – a den of thieves. Once the last child had left the alleyway, Dieter let out an audible sigh as he’d resheathed his blade.
“I don’t recall ye name, I am Dieter Wolfram…”
He’d taken a moment to introduce himself, curious to learn more about the mysterious youth that stood adjacent to him.
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[googlefont=Open+Sans] This heart has returned to the darkness [attr="class","firstfriend"] All things begin in darkness, and all so end, the heart is no different. he Heartless in the area had been repelled, but that was no concern of Xehanort. His entire focus was upon the boy who'd nearly fell at their hands. Under false pretenses, he'd aided the boy, after he tested his abilities with his overwhelming temptation. "You could say that. I have merely learned that Darkness can become a powerful ally. If channeled properly it is a force absolute. All things begin in Darkness, and all so end."The boy then offered up his name as Dieter Wolfram. That meant little to Xehanort at the moment, as he was concerned only with the boy's abilities. He was a tool to Xehanort and nothing more. The desert's cool night air once again kissed Xehanort's cheek as a light breeze blew over the area. He was intrigued as to how a place so warm could get so cool at night. The geography of this world was bare, but it offered one majestic sight for 'Ansem', the boy that would soon become the final piece of the True Organization. "My name is Xehanort. My appearance may be deceiving. I have learned much over a very long life. I am willing to offer you tutelage in the power of Darkness."With that, Xehanort extended his right hand, with the nameless keyblade vanishing in a plume of black flame. He was metaphorically offering a hand to the young one, all to corrupt him with the Darkness's true power. He would first show him how to control the Heartless, then it would be a domino effect until the power overtook him fully. | ✉ | stick your notes in here, but keep it short. use this to tag if you have more than one person to tag. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 15, 2018 7:25:30 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| With each passing labored breath, the Dark Knight’s irate nerves calmed further, the ever-looming threat dissipating. His battle-honed instincts momentarily quelled, the paranoia sinking back into the recesses of mind – locked away behind a sense of certainty. Dieter’s flaxen brow arched upwards, curiosity evident upon his features as he’d attempted to decipher Terra-Xehanort’s cryptic answer. Strangely enough, even his half-truths resonated with the daemon. He’d learned quite well over the passing centuries, when he’d had nothing else – he had the darkness that laid dormant within his heart. But with such a friend, whom truly needed enemies? That same darkness, it’d laid in wait, eagerly searching for a moment of vulnerability – it wanted to seize control. To tread such a finite line freely, it was a display of discipline, control, and perhaps mild insanity. Such thoughts were dismissed as the evening’s cold breeze caressed his lithe body through his thin robes. His arms instinctively drew inwards, pressing tautly against his sides in a last-ditch effort to preserve even a smidgeon of warmth. The Dark Knight resisted the urge to chuckle at Xehanort’s claim, the silverette didn’t realize that the child he was addressing was literally a thousand years old. By comparison, even the oldest living denizen were children in his eyes. Of course, Dieter elected to squander such information, knowing that some secrets were better kept closely guarded.
“What can you teach me?”
The Dark Knight inquired, genuinely curious what this man hoped to teach him. His eyes narrowed slightly as Xehanort’s right hand extended outwards, his weapon disappearing into a plume of black flames. It wasn’t unlike how his own flames manifested, albeit their colors differed greatly.
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[googlefont=Open+Sans] This heart has returned to the darkness [attr="class","firstfriend"] All things begin in darkness, and all so end, the heart is no different. he truest form of the Darkness was staring Dieter in the eyes as he asked what Xehanort could possibly have to offer him. He had plenty to offer him, but, more importantly, the apparently young boy had plenty to offer Xehanort. The thought of his unique control of the Darkness was enticing. Yes, Xehanort would be able to teach the boy, but he would also pick up a trick or two along the way. ”The creatures that attacked you earlier are called the Heartless. With the proper control, their will can be bent to your desires.”With that, Xehanort turned from the apparently young boy and began a slow pace toward the city’s main street. He didn’t quite enter it, instead he turned back toward Dieter. ”The first lesson I would teach you is simple: Light casts a powerful shadow. The stronger the Light, the stronger the Darkness that rises to meet it. Utilize the Darkness so that something else won’t. Be that Darkness.”That part was a truth. However, the Darkness Xehanort spoke of wasn’t as benevolent as he made it sound. Sure, over the years, Master Xehanort had discovered that Darkness was necessary, but the Organization wanted to be that Darkness for their own reasons. ”I don’t require an answer tonight. I will find you again, and there will be more I can teach you then. Enjoy your brief respite. The Heartless will stir again before long.” | ✉ | stick your notes in here, but keep it short. use this to tag if you have more than one person to tag. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 25, 2018 2:19:51 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Terra-Xehanort had successfully piqued the Dark Knight’s interest, citing that the “Dark Ones” or “Heartless” could be controlled with proper training – if he mastered that Syel’s research would progress by literal leaps and bounds. Not to mention, he could effectively prevent them from invading portions of Low Town – making protecting the Orphans far easier. With that being said, Dieter’s verdant eyes remained fixated on the small of Terra-Xehanort’s back as he’d began to leisurely stroll towards the city’s main street. Just shy of exiting the alleyway, Xehanort paused abruptly to turn and regard him. Xehanort’s words rang true, he’d spoken of how the presence of light, it’d cast a powerful shadow; the two opposing elements waged war with one another.
Xehanort’s final remark was to claim that Darkness, to make it his own, something else couldn’t. What else would try to lay claim to that Darkness, to attempt to subject it to its’ will. Before, the Dark Knight could reply, Terra-Xehanort had begun to speak again, stating that he didn’t require an immediate answer, claiming that he’d seek him out when the time was right. The Dark Knight nodded his head in a slightly confused manner, uncertain of what this man could teach him when they’d met once again. The silverette also told him to enjoy the peace while it lasted, foretelling that the Heartless would begin to stir again before too long.
“Thank you, may our paths cross again soon.” Dieter replied candidly, uncertain of what to make of Terra-Xehanort. A part of the man’s demeanor, it’d jived well with him, reminded him of Belias’ personal outlook. Certainly, the Scion was calculative, syndical and most importantly knowledgeable. The amount of knowledge he’d acquired over the years was staggering, truly, mind boggling especially when one took into consider that vast advancements he’d made in magick. Dieter despite possessing a formidable knowledge of the Arcana, still paled in comparison, only capable of utilizing a handful of spells – limited by affinity and his personal knowledge. Yes, Dieter would never be a true mastery of Black Magick, many of its’ secrets had been errantly lost to him, unable to form a connection with the ambient energies that governed Blizzard and Thunder.
In exchange for that hinderance, his knowledge regarding Fire and its’ workings was far superior than most – holding a candle against Belias’ roaring pyre. Without further delay, the Dark Knight resheathed his blade in its’ holster, making last minute adjustments before he’d followed after Terra-Xehanort, passing the robed man as he’d exited the alleyway. Dieter’s head craned in his direction as he’d spared the man one final smirk. His attention turning ahead as he’d began to sift through his bag to retrieve a small stone. He’d clenched it tightly in his hand, the sound of broken glass echoing as he’d used its’ magick to return to Ivalice. He needed to restock on his personal supplies, not to mention he owed Syel and Ysera reports regarding his discovery pertaining to Agrabah – not that he’d uncovered much due to the Heartless continuous hinderance.
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[googlefont=Open+Sans] This heart has returned to the darkness [attr="class","firstfriend"] All things begin in darkness, and all so end, the heart is no different. erra-Xehanort watched, silently as the young boy walked passed him. He had wished their paths would cross again. That was a wish that Xehanort was absolutely certain would come to fruition. He would be keeping a close eye on this boy, turning him down the path that led him further into the Darkness. The young boy was gone now, and Terra-Xehanort turned to the young children he had 'saved.' One young boy came up running to him, wrapping his legs in a tight embrace. The others ran right behind him, but they all stopped short of doing the same. They truly believed Xehanort was their hero. "Thank you so much, mister! You saved us!" A slight smirk creeped up the corner of Terranort's mouth at this. These kids had bright young Hearts, and they were too young to be properly tempted by the Darkness. "That's not necessary. I only did what needed to be done."Xehanort then turned and began to walk toward the main street. Behind the children, several Shadows popped their heads up behind the kids. Their safety was no longer a guarantee. One by one, as Xehanort took each step toward the main street, they inched closer to their prey. "Mister! The things are back! Help us!" Xehanort said not a single word, and continued down his path. The Heartless found their prey, and devoured several young Hearts in the process. Their Hearts had returned to the Darkness. -EXIT THREAD- [googlefont=Montserrat][newclass=.firstfriend]z-index:2; position: relative;[/newclass]
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