Empty Shells (Xemnas)

[Vanitas]

[atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 20px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 20px;][atrb=background, i52.tinypic.com/2zghpbb.jpg][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,442,true][atrb=height,450,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true] Evil tastes the tears of fear! tearing down your helpless fate Theme: Nights of the Cursed Tagged: Vanitas, Xemnas Comments: Getting Superior in play The beaches of this world were probably miles away, yet even still, the crashing of waves in that rhythmic motion resonated yet within the area. With no landmass to crash upon the sand, the water found new forms to crash on, the broken carcasses of ships long destroyed by hidden dangers in the water. The captains and crews of these vessels long ago abandoned ship. Whether to make it home in piece or be eaten alive by the dangers in the water, it was unknown. And frankly, the figure who stood amongst this ocean of the dead didn’t care one way or the other. To him, all things died, and a graveyard the likes of this had an odd calming sensation for the unmasked boy. Vanitas’ feet were planted carefully on the top of a broken mast, the highest point looking out over the remains of the ships of pirates and navy alike below. He’d followed the two pirates responsible for the Disney castle attack as far as he could, but he had lost track of the large ship of Hook’s after a while, electing instead to follow the other, more cowardly pirate. Somehow he’d ended up here, in this world known as Port Royale. He hadn’t stayed at the port long though before he had gotten a call from his Master, drawing him to this desolate graveyard hidden amongst the sea. He’d heard his Master’s words and remembered them clearly, even now as he stood tall, arms crossed, looking out over the graveyard. “This world is a paradox, bathed in darkness of night, yet existing in the realm of light. Such a paradox of twilight may draw someone important here for you to find. The Nobody of Terra, when a vessel of my heart, wanders the worlds. Find him and bring him to the Castle that Never Was. Converse with him as well. It may prove enlightening to you.”

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The Nobody of Terra? Xehanort had not even explained what a Nobody was. What defined a nobody, and what did it mean to be the Nobody of someone? Was it perhaps like how Vanitas was a part of Ventus? Was a Nobody a part of a person? Did that mean Vanitas was a Nobody? It was confusing, and he’d thought little more on the subject. No need to concern himself with it right now as to what a Nobody was. If it was a part of Xehanort, then he’d be able to find it easily. He’d just need to find the darkness of Xehanort’s heart fragment, and then hone in.

But that was just it, wasn’t it? He couldn’t hone in on the fragment. He could sense pieces of the darkness, but he couldn’t find the fragment Xehanort seemed to imply. He could sense a familiar darkness, but it wasn’t of a dark heart. In fact, it almost felt like an emptiness of a heart. Darkness without a heart? How odd. Even the Heartless had that sense of a heart on them, as the Heartless were the darkness within hearts given form. Though, by that very definition, that meant Vanitas was a Heartless. Fine by him in that case.

“Who… or what… are you?” he asked to no one, looking out over the ship graveyard. He had to find a part of Terranort, he had to find him and collect him. But who was this part? What was the reason for this? And what was a Nobody?[/div][/td][/tr][/table]

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[Xemnas]

Why did Xemnas awake in this world? Why not in Radiant Garden or The Keyblade Graveyard? He had been gone for to long. The presence of nothingness had been all but annihilated. Had Sora and Riku gone on a purge while he was away? He pushed himself up from the cold stone street, it was good he was not incarcerated or hospitalized. He was just merely mistaken for a drunk. He pulled himself up letting the memories of his 'demise' flood back into him. He looked up towards the stars and wondered whether Master Xehanort had brought his plans into action. It made no sense that he still manifested in the physical universe though. Terra should have been reformed, was he?

Goldenrod eyes shifted across the narrow alley taking in the architecture and some of the culture. He pulled his hood over his head. He looked up at the moon, taking in its properties. It wouldn't be a suitable facsimile, there were to many people that would try to rebel against him. His books clicked against the stone pavement as he walked amongst the crowd. He veered off from the path going up to the fort. Upon standing on the rampart he looked out into the ocean. Luxord had a liking to this world, so he opened up his presence to search for his follower, or any Nobody in general. He had found the presence of a few minor Nobodies but no one to strong. He did find the presence of something similar to, but not quite like a heartless.

"Come and find me, and we shall see what you really are." He spoke in a deep lullaby like voice.

He contemplated whether to summon his minions to test this one's skill. He figured it was best to let creatures of this realm test him. He would not waste whatever resources he had left. He did try to calculate how many Nobodies were left in this string of worlds. Unfortunately it was an incalcuable thing at the moment. There are far to many variables to work with. To much information was withheld from him at the moment. Xemnas would take a head count when he was returned to a seat of power. He crossed his arms and smiled deviously waiting for the darkness on the other side of this world to find him.

[Vanitas]

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[Xemnas]

His attention shifted to the Darkness that appeared in the alley way. Upon seeing the boy's face he turned his body. He noted the features of the boy, he was pure darkness with Sora's form. Yet it had the Replica's clothes. a hybrid between the two would be useful in a chaotic sense but ultimately flawed. He inferred that destruction was the driving force of this being. Yet there was a primal fear that all animals had, and that was death. Oh yes, his nothingness was reminiscent of the void. It was the same with all Nobodies, but he seemed to be one of the few who actually used the void of Nothing as a weapon. Xemnas approached the boy, he could see it, that ultimate urge to destroy. He was a poorly socialized human, all that he knew was to create chaos and destroy. That was when he realized that was his true purpose, to be the manifestation of the most powerful of human urges. That brought a hollow grin to his face.

"Tell me, who made you?" He questioned, his voice echoing throughout the alley.

His movements were phantom-like, as if he weren't even there. In the grand scope of things, he wasn't. As an ephemeral paradox he found that his existence was flawed in the most important of ways; the heart. It had beaten his counter-parts time and time again, but he could not help but think that this boy was tied to him in some way. He wouldn't think to much on it, that would only prove redundant. He knew that this boy would reveal everything to him soon enough. The fear he felt would be the cause of that. There was something within him that stirred a remembrance of hatred. It was something to do with the other one, with Terra. That much was clear, but his allegiance over all was to Xehanort and his fellow incantations.

[Vanitas]

[atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 20px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 20px;][atrb=background, i52.tinypic.com/2zghpbb.jpg][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,442,true][atrb=height,450,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true] Evil tastes the tears of fear! tearing down your helpless fate Theme: words Tagged: the runners Comments:little notes & stuff& The cloaked and hooded figure turned to Vanitas, and watched the man, his yellow eyes looking into the darkness of the hood, but seeing little else beneath the blackness. Something about those hoods worked wonders to keep the face obscured from view. It was even more unsettling. Normally that might affect someone of a weaker disposition than Vanitas, and even worn by someone else, Vanitas would not have been phased by the blackness. Yet, this man was so devoid of anything that felt like life. It sent the memories and chill up his spine, and though the boy kept his composure and stance as he normally did, he had no doubt this man could smell the fear on him as Vanitas could smell and sense the fear in others. Who and what was this man? Why did he feel so empty, so much like death and the void? Why was there just, simply, nothing? “Tell me, who made you?” The question was… well, not expected. It probably was one of the last expected questions Vanitas could have thought of, and yet there it was. Who made him. Well, the answer was simple enough. Xehanort had made him, by unlocking the heart of another. Well, a simple answer was better than nothing to give to this man, though Vanitas… he didn’t really wish to speak with him either. What about this man set him so… off? “Xehanort.” he replied simply, voice low, almost as if calling his master. His gaze narrowed on the man before him, trying to discern so much. “What are you?” he asked, sounding perhaps a little annoyed, but with a small twinge of fear. He was curious, but would not let the curiosity show. The man felt like death, and so long as he did not hear the words Grim and Reaper together, well, he would be fine then.

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[Xemnas]

"I am Xehanort, and yet I am not. I am all of him and yet none of him. And you my dear friend have been sent to find me, no?" He spoke once again.

The boy's response was far more than satisfactory. He knew that the boy had many questions. Why Master Xehanort had not prepared him for this encounter was far beyond Xemnas. It would prove a chance to look in his twisted mind. Maybe the boy was a gift of some kind? Either way he didn't dwell on it to much. He motioned for the boy to walk with him. Xemnas thought that the boy's fears would be put to rest once everything was explained. He thought of where to begin. When he became Xemnas? Or the research that was the forerunner to all of this? He decided on a mixing on the both, that way he could explain the full concept of heartless and nobodies to the boy.


His boots clicked against the pavement as he waited on the boy's answer. The anticipation would have killed him, if he had a heart. He did realize that this boy was incomplete yet whole at the same time. He began to speculate that this boy was another paradox. Things from Master Xehanort's memories were fuzzy at best. He knew well that this boy was linked to the Old Keyblade Master, but the relationship was unknown to him. It was on the tip of his tongue however, a word of another creature of Darkness.