The Graceful Assassin

apprentice-of-darkness:

“A creature of the Dark? Interesting…” Was it perhaps, a sentient Heartless? Curiosity piqued, he quickly climbed out of bed and lit a candle. Light aloft, he walked around his bed when he heard a loud THUD!

Walking closer to the source of the sound, he can see a human-like shape lying face down on the floor. This person had pink hair. Strange, never seen him around before. He took tentative steps towards the person. Bending down, he gently prodded the body with his finger. “Who are you?” he repeated, hoping for an answer.

The light was stark, and the ringing verbose.  “Hoo ahr yoo?” it asked. What it asked, he couldn’t tell. It would seem the effects of the labyrinth not only continued but progressed outside the maze. The noise echoed in his head. Hoo ahr yoo? HOO ahr YOO~? hoo AHR YOO?

He began to cough, and suddenly he knew where he was.

“Red…?” How long had it been? “Redi?” But then he saw the face of a man and remembered Red would not be here. “Who are you?” As quick as it came, the fog was lifting. He knew the face from somewhere, but fighting now - in the state he was in - would have been a death sentence. Even in the fog, he knew that much.

tumblrhearts:

Foreword

There has been a serious inactivity problem in this roleplay.  As such, we have decided it is best to revamp Tumblr Hearts.  This will require a bit of work on everybody’s part, but if you didn’t want to write and participate, then why are you here?

Seriously - in this post, you will find a lot of information on the new hiatus and probation systems.

Attention

If you do not reblog this post by 14 January 2013, we will take you off the masterlist.  That said, the buck does not stop there.

You must be active this month. That means that you must post more than what is queued; you must reply to people - do things.  You must be active at least one day every week of January.  Again, if you do not reblog this post by 14 January 2013, then we will take you off the masterlist.  Do not “heart” this post; reblog it.

Your URL will be logged in case you wish to challenge the removal. You must challenge the removal by 1 February 2013.  (More on challenges below.)

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apprentice-of-darkness:

Deeply entrenched in sleep, he realized that he was in another world – the dreamscape. Strange bloodied creatures roamed the barren, pitch-black landscape. He scanned the horizon, nothing. Wandering around, he comes across a small building. Entering it, he finds himself in a large mansion.

A lone person sits at a large pipe organ and a haunting melody is heard. He curiously walked closer, the enigma drawing him in until he is merely feet from the figure. Its movement is so sudden that he does not have time react. As it turns around it is the face of a blue-haired woman. He feels a sense of familiarity and reaches out for her only for her to draw away. No! Must not lose her! In his bedroom, his hand reaches out, grasping thin air.

The closer he gets, the further she draws away. As the figure is at the brink of the horizon, Xehanort gives one last leap, reaching forward and that awakes him with a start. The familiarity is so strange… He rubs his head sighing. A shape catches his eye. There is another in his room.

“Who goes there?”

(OOC: Yeah, it’s fine with me. Nice to meet you.)

He stood there, still lacking normal lucidity, staring at the other man in the room.  Though, in all honesty, he could hardly tell just where the other was.  The light - whether lack thereof or otherwise - was not something he adjusted to easily.

Whoever it was, he seemed to be having a worrisome dream.  He jumped in the bed.

“Who goes there?” he asked. Marluxia would have preferred to know more before giving himself away, but the pink-haired man could practically smell the Darkness in the room. The other man must have ties to the Dark.

He started to say something, but didn’t know what to say. ‘That’s new,’he thought. “I’m a creature of the Dark,” he double taked. Why did he say that? He tripped when he tried to walk away and fell on the floor.

((OoC: Whoops, I’ve forgotten who I have and haven’t met - wow.  Sorry!  It’s nice to meet you, too.))

((For the next few days, I’ll only be available to roleplay after 5p CST.  Today, however, I’ll be available to write after 6p CST.

((AX, I’ll reply to your post around then.  This is me just popping in to write this real quick.  I WILL ALSO BE ON THE TINY CHAT THING AT THOSE TIMES.  I won’t be on after 8p CST, though.  Including today.

((Edit: Or every other day.  I’ll need to double check soon.))

((Actually, that’s 5p CST - 7p CST.))