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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2018 15:42:33 GMT -5
”Huh?” Lea had only about a couple of seconds to look up when that Ramza dude blasted him with his angry light pillar. It was probably about one of the most painful things he’d ever friggen experienced. Typically it would have occurred to Lea to get the heck out of the way when something akin to a full on collision with a train was barreling toward him directly from the sky, but having used his explosion ability always took it out of him so all he could do was sag and try to suck in a few gulps of air before he was brought to the ground. Something was really eating that knight apparently. Even though when he’d looked up and he noted that that knight was about as flat on the ground as he was, it was what the guy had said that made it pretty clear what everyone thought of Lea in this whole ordeal.
It was true, it used to be that he frankly didn’t care what was around to get hit by his attacks, and he tried to be careful really, but he would never be some pious puffy chested light wielder. Lea was once a nobody. Like, half of his life as Axel made things like honor and chivalry and glory entirely irrelevant. Lea liked to think that his efforts to help in the end were worth something. While he was honored to have the keyblade chose him for his recent deeds…Lea knew there was a lot of insufferable crap behind all that to live down. The match having been called to an end was fine with the red head. He ran an uncomfortable hand through his spiky hair smoothing it back for only a moment before being the first to stalk right on out of that arena. Either way, he really didn’t feel like a winner that day. He shoved a hand in his pockets on his way down the stairs only to feel his hand close around an object. The winning sea salt ice cream stick. His small smile was tired. ”Nice try. But not today I’m not.” he definitely had that memorized.
As the arenas were clearing out for intermission, Lea found himself somewhere to brood. He wasn’t even really sure what he was doing hanging around. He wasn’t really interested in seeing the next fights, or really even continuing to fight himself. Part of him felt like maybe he needed to apologize to Alma. That Ramza dude was…intense. He’d really managed to get to Lea it looked like, and the whole time Lea had been patting himself on the back thinking it was him getting the hold over Ramza. Apparently Lea had a lot to learn yet. He held his hand out in front of him and his fiery keyblade manifested before him. He frowned at it for a long time. Often it made him feel better about everything to look at it…but now? Lea sighed and let go as it disappeared which was right about the time he realized he was not standing around here alone.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2018 14:23:17 GMT -5
The crowd slowly dissipated away from the arena, yet one figure still remained. He watched silently, his hood drawn tight over his head as he sat perched on a nearby building like an old, weathered gargoyle. Tracking down his target had proven difficult, but a few coins pressed into the right palms had ways of finding things that even his everwatchful Snipers couldn't glimpse.
It was in this way that Xigbar had convinced a particularly worn denizen of this world to slip him a copy of the tournament's registration roster. Many of the names were unfamiliar, but it didn't take him long to find the new alias of his target:
Lea
There it was written: the troublesome Flurry paired alongside some unknown patron named 'Alma'. Xigbar frowned, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly.
So the Flurry had made friends? Great.
It was with this in mind that the Freeshooter watched the day's events through his Sharpshooter's scope, his observations punctuated with little more than the occasional grin or dry, humorless laugh. The sparring matches below had almost entertained the scarred sniper, though it wasn't the lackluster combat prowess of the contestants that had brought a crooked grin to his visage.
There was something almost humorous to the whole ordeal: All these powerful souls,- keybladers even- clustered in one place as they tried to best each other in mock combat. Squandered potential. And for what?
Cash prizes?
Bragging rights?
... He had to say, he had expected more from the pyro.
Yet, this mockery of true, lethal combat disgusted the sniper. How naive- how complacent- these fools have gotten in the darkness' absence. True combat lurked on the horizon, a struggle unlike anything these pawns could comprehend. Have they truly forgotten?
So that young echo of Xehanort was right.
But it wasn't just the Flurry that needed a reminder of the Seeker's power...
Xigbar would teach them all a lesson, in time. For now, he let his crosshairs come to rest on the redhead as the remaining crowd cleared, the lines converging on a single spot on the other's skull. How easy it would be to simply pull the trigger and eliminate this little, weak pest once and for all...
Yet the Freeshooter wasn't a fool. A single killing shot would be too quick, too ethical. There would be nothing to gain, nothing to learn from a painless death. A frown crossed the sniper's face as he let the crosshairs trail off of their intended target, the rifle fading away into nothingness in his hands.
Wordlessly, Xigbar willed himself to the arena below. He warped soundlessly behind the Flurry, giving the flighty redhead ample space should he decide to give the sniper a particularly warm welcome.
"Heh... Looks like the keyblade picked another dud." Xigbar called out, a single golden eye shining from his hooded visage as he broke the silence. "Armed with a keyblade and you can't even carry your own weight..."
Xigbar chuckled, shaking his head in a mockingly disapproving gesture as if he was disappointed in the Flurry's performance. "Ya know, Red. I expected more from ya."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2018 18:54:23 GMT -5
Another dud? Seriously!? Lea whipped around to face that unwanted familiar voice head on scowling the whole way. "Well I haven't seen you with one so I guess I still trust its judgement." Lea retorted as cooly as he could manage. He had every reason to feel pretty down in the pits, but he wasn't about to grant Xigbar quite that much satisfaction.
Lea folded his arms over his chest his expression pretty firmly unimpressed with the presence of his old colleague. "What are you doing here anyway? Isn't there too much light here for you? Hard for snakes to bite when there's no rocks to hide under, right?" There weren't many of his former 'colleagues' that Lea had any desire to see again as it was. He'd managed to be the black sheep among even the black sheep in the Organization so holding on to things like 'respect' and friends was tough to do. Originally Axel'd gone after the traitors and ended up a traitor among them and a traitor among the others. So for the list of the former Organization members he'd like to see the least, Xigbar was pretty freaking far up there...and it was admittedly a little unnerving to run into him here of all places.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2018 22:47:42 GMT -5
"Heh... So I see that you still haven't learned to shut that mouth of yours." Xigbar scoffed, though it wouldn't be a lie to say that the redhead's comment had managed to get under his skin. "No respect..."
After all, the sniper had spent over a decade getting hollowed out by that sliver of darkness in his heart, all for a keyblade he never received. More than once the realization that the old coot had played him for a fool crossed the Freeshooter's mind, but then it was far too late.
That same accursed shard forced his hand...
... and kept him loyal.
"Ya know, Red, this is why your buddy made the final cut instead of you." Xigbar taunted, eye narrowing like a venomous serpent as he spoke. There was a distinct casualness to his voice, as if the sniper was simply discussing the weather, yet an insidious note could be heard just under the surface.
"Shame we had to mar that pretty face of his..." The Freeshooter purred, using his thumb to trace a jagged 'X' in the air before his own face. In truth, he didn't know what had happened to the Diviner's face, not for sure, but the implications would work in his favor regardless.
It wasn't about accuracy, or truth, but sending a message, right?
"Maybe I just wanted to watch the show... Heh. Gotta have something to do on my day off, right?" Xigbar stated sarcastically, gesturing dramatically in the air. In truth, this world did feel too close to the light. It brought back memories of a time before the Unversed, a time that was simply referred to as 'before' in the sniper's mind. It was an understatement to say he didn't like it.
"Turns out, kid, the old coot wasn't too pleased with you meddling in the Organization's business... He wanted me to send you a message." Xigbar mused, corners of his mouth pulling into a wide grin. The sniper then ran his hand into his pocket, rummaging around for several seconds before pulling forth a simple object:
A book of matches.
"Ya know, there hasn't been any rain in a while. In fact, I think that one or two o' these little guys would be all it would take to light this town up." The Freeshooter held them up, displaying them like a prize. He flipped the book open with his thumb, pulling one out with his other hand to look at it more closely. "... I wonder who would do a thing like that?"
"But can you imagine the headlines, kid? 'Disgruntled pyro sets town ablaze'? 'Redheaded loser brings the heat'? 'Local tourney gets nice and toasty'? Oh, oh I know: 'Record number of locals feeling burnt out, study shows'..." The Freeshooter rattled off the theoretical headlines, punctuating each with a little wave of the unlit match. He breaks out into a streak of laughter, a rough sound much akin to breaking glass, as if that last one was a true gem.
"Go ahead, Red. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't warm this world's heart."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2018 11:31:50 GMT -5
The final cut? Not that he had any desire to sound like Xigbar, but Lea actually wanting to be the Organization’s final cut? As IF. At first, Lea wasn’t sure exactly what ‘buddy’ the sniper was talking about but the scarred face made it a little more obvious. Though some hope for Isa still lingered in Lea’s heart, that scarred face still belonged to Saix and had no interest in a past friendship. That was a long time ago and Saix made sure Lea had it memorized that that was all it ever would be.
As for what Xigbar was doing here in this town that was utterly too unsuspecting? Entertainment on a day off. Yeah Lea didn’t buy that at all. Xigbar moved on to how the ‘old coot’ wasn’t please with Lea’s past meddling. Truth be told, Lea wasn’t even sure what possessed him to get involved. He was far from ready when he did and now that he had he was far from ready to deal with the consequences. Still, that was part of being a keyblade wielder right? Being brave enough to do something because you were one of the few who even could.
Xigbar drew out a book of matches and Lea’s gaze narrowed on them his brow knitting together in momentary confusion. Then the chaos they could cause was laid out for him and he swallowed as his throat grew tight. ”Don’t.” and a small step forward was his protest. His eyes were wide on that book of matches. Lea was prompted to give Xigbar one good reason why he shouldn’t and Lea faltered. He had to speak up, had to say somethin! But there was just nothing there. ”I still have my cloak!” he finally managed. It was a weird thing to blurt out but there it was. ”Er, you do that, it would draw unwanted attention to the Organization.” sure. Nailed it. ”Don’t think the ‘old coot’ would be too happy about that either.”
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