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traversed2012-07-14 05:13 am
imaginaries) wrote in traversed2012-07-14 05:13 am
confrontation;
[Another day, another mission.
That's what it feels like, anyway; and though it's basically routine now for Xion, she still can't help but feel like she's still getting used to it. This "life" of hers in the Organization... even when they do get a day off, it passes by in a flash, and she wonders if she didn't dream it all.
They are worked hard, to be sure; her and Roxas especially. And today is no exception.
"Eliminate the giant Heartless that has surfaced in Twilight Town. Meet with Demyx, who is already on the field."
...Hard to believe, really. Demyx, of all people? Already waiting, when he avoids doing the work like a plague-- especially in combat-based missions?
She wonders if this is a mistake, though Saix says nothing when she makes her move to leave. Not that he usually does, of course-- but he seems even more silent and cold towards her now than he does most days. Idly, Xion has to wonder how that is even possible. It's like he's looking right through her today, rather than at her-- almost as if she's invisible.
But then again, that's just how she is sometimes.
She'd rather get this over with quickly and quietly, so into the dark corridor she goes; and she comes out again with her hood up and her eyes peeled.
She's been to this world enough times now. She knows it well enough, and has more than ample experience with her keyblade.
...So she doesn't expect for this to take long. "Giant" Heartless, a partner, or no.]
That's what it feels like, anyway; and though it's basically routine now for Xion, she still can't help but feel like she's still getting used to it. This "life" of hers in the Organization... even when they do get a day off, it passes by in a flash, and she wonders if she didn't dream it all.
They are worked hard, to be sure; her and Roxas especially. And today is no exception.
...Hard to believe, really. Demyx, of all people? Already waiting, when he avoids doing the work like a plague-- especially in combat-based missions?
She wonders if this is a mistake, though Saix says nothing when she makes her move to leave. Not that he usually does, of course-- but he seems even more silent and cold towards her now than he does most days. Idly, Xion has to wonder how that is even possible. It's like he's looking right through her today, rather than at her-- almost as if she's invisible.
But then again, that's just how she is sometimes.
She'd rather get this over with quickly and quietly, so into the dark corridor she goes; and she comes out again with her hood up and her eyes peeled.
She's been to this world enough times now. She knows it well enough, and has more than ample experience with her keyblade.
...So she doesn't expect for this to take long. "Giant" Heartless, a partner, or no.]
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at her indication that she'd known he was there, he doesn't do anything at first. it's good that she noticed him - he'd be disappointed if she hadn't. you should always be alert of your surroundings, even if you're focused on an enemy.
he really had enjoyed the show, in a sense...
- which meant this was his cue to leave. in a fashion that is neither slow nor clumsy, he's jumping off the roof and making his way into the alley. ]
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Since she thinks it's really Demyx, though, it all makes sense. He's probably been trying to avoid her all this time, but that ends now.
With a stern expression on her face she only ever uses with people like Saix and her superiors, she follows him into the alley, determined not to lose him.]
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is that what he expected? nope.
instincts are proving him right, since he catches on the moment she decides to start following him. with a sigh, he decides it's just one of those days...
dark portals come in handy at times like these - it's not hard for him to relocate to another rooftop in a few seconds flat. not too far from where he had just been standing, but nonetheless quite a bit higher. from this position he can observe all the shops with ease - the train didn't seem like it would be coming by any time soon, so that was at least one less thing to avoid.
ah, and she's catching up isn't she... ]
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To keep him from going further.]
Wait--
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not really a big deal, since he isn't frightened of her; but it's a bit irritating.
at her call, he does hesitate - although not by intention so much as reflex. it's only for a moment though -
and in that moment, he arrives at a particular decision: if she's going to be putting her all into this, then he won't be running away. that's just sad. and so the hesitation turns into a full-on halt at her call -
that, and he's honestly curious at what she has to say. she wouldn't be stupid enough to try and fight him, right? ]
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You're not--
[It's a stranger. Someone she's never seen before at all, let alone as a part of the organization; though he does seem familiar. Nevertheless, she still looks quite serious as she examines him, definitely on her guard.
He's...got a blindfold?]
...Who are you?
[Summoning her keyblade back into her hands, then. Which make her words a warning more than a question, really, since she intends to get her answer. Just because she's not looking for a fight, doesn't mean she won't-- because this? This is highly suspicious.
And she finds herself wondering whether it's a part of the mission as well...]
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Nobody. [ perfectly terse and oh so ironic; a statement made as he candidly chooses to tug his own hood back into place - a little too late perhaps, but he definitely wasn't about to show his face in addition.
he catches the fact that she's summoned whatever that thing was she was trying to pass off as a keyblade - if he's put on edge by it even marginally, he definitely isn't showing it. ]
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...He doesn't seem to be elaborating, so she'll pose another question, keyblade still in position.]
Why are you wearing our coat?
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let's just say riku doesn't really get along very well with any of the organization.
which is why xion's question is a good one: why is he dressed like one of them? ]
I.. need it.
[ he still hasn't given her the courtesy of turning around - as though he might attempt to leave at any given moment. ]
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[Xion has basically given up waiting on him to turn around by now, so she'll inch closer to him still-- slowly, as if she's sneaking around, trying not to get caught. Her tone is still very demanding, however.
If she's quick enough, she hopes to grab his shoulder and make him turn.]
I know Lord Xemnas didn't give it to you. Where did you get it?
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That's not important. [ he does notice her edging around him though - it's not hard to miss for someone like him. he doesn't plan on turning around so easily for her, but he's definitely cocking his head around right about now. ] What about you? Why're you wearing that?
[ it was organization xiii last he checked, not xiv. that, and the 'keyblade' made whomever this was distinctly weird in his book. ]
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Though with this stranger, for some reason she'd thought to keep it.
It's not important. But Riku... definitely is. Why is he avoiding her questions? Avoiding sparing her so much as a glance--]
That's none of your concern. You're the one impersonating us.
[He's the one who owes the explanations here. Though if she's honest, even if she'd wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to give one...
Not one that's satisfactory. Even for her.]
i need to stop tagging this at like 8am
'least I'm not pretending to wield a keyblade.
[ z-snaps.
not really tho. ]
...yeah you and me both
Xion's not really having any of that, though. Her eyes actually widen a bit at the accusation-- and she takes a moment to glance at the keyblade she's summoned.
Then back at him, with something that can only be described as a glare.]
...
So, it looks like I'm pretending?
[Is that it?
Is that what he sees, when he looks at her...?]
http://i.imgur.com/4OCXc.gif gpoy yu n mi
.. Not about how it looks. [ he can't see it, but rest assured that he's concentrating on it at the moment... he can tell by her tone that she doesn't exactly like what she's being told, either - but he's not here to please. ] Convincing copy, but it's not the real thing.
[ he raises a gloved hand in a gesture concurrent with his words - as though he had just made some irrefutable point. ]
accurate. no regrets. B)b
Why...?
Never mind the fact that he'd barely even looked at it, since she confronted him...]
Wh-- Who are you to tell me that? It is, and I can prove it!
[Imposter--
Imposter with a familiar voice. She lunches forward, keyblade in hand as if to attack-- though in truth she really only wants to have a better look at him...
His face--]
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doesn't mean that riku won't be summoning it shortly anyway. this was getting troublesome, and he was aware of how risky this was - if another one of the organization was supposed to be here... ]
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He can't keep dodging forever, she thinks--
But when he summons his own keyblade, it's enough to make her stop and stare. Of course, he's able to wield one, too-- if he claimed that he could tell a fake from a real one, she would've at least expected that much.
This is it, then, huh...?
Time to give herself something really worth writing about in her diary.]
IM SO SORRY i swear i didnt drop this christ
but it'd also be a lie if he said he didn't have a competitive streak.
so this is what the organization had for him? a bunch of phonies, really - all of them. leveling his keyblade and stance simultaneously into something much more suited for an offensive take-
he lunges - or perhaps cuts, given his weapon's straightforward trajectory.
let's see what you're made of, then. ]
S'OK SIS also screeches bc i forgot this had turned into a fight thread
She simply grits her teeth, holding her own -- apparently trying for the first option.
Grunting, she can feel her hands shaking. She's definitely been put on the defensive now.]