Loyalty for a Later Time (Felix/Loomy/Invite)

[Loomy]

“You have no knowledge of my past or what those with keyblades have done to my family or I, nor consider the possibility that perhaps I’m doing such things because I need the money and have no other choice. Perhaps I have a mother with a debilitating illness that requires 24/7 monitoring and has medical costs an exceedingly high amount because she has no health insurance. That being noted, I’d appreciate it if you shut your mouth and stop acting as if you know everything about the situation. Unless of course you just happen to have the uncanny ability to determine all these types of details within 45 seconds of meeting someone and are still able to make that rash judgment, then by all means do so,”

The anger that rolled off of the redheaded man before her was almost palpable, and the willowy woman caught herself taking a step back before speaking.

”Maybe you do need the money, but I doubt someone without any qualms against killing would have the heart to need the money for a sick mother. Much less someone without qualms against any form of genocide. Perhaps these “keyblade wielders” have it out for you, but there is no excuse for killing. There is only punishment, and I do not intend to watch idly as another soul is condemned.”

A tense moment coiled anticipation tight in the woman’s throat. Perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew, but this was not something she would back down over. In his anger, the man hurled a book across the room in his anger and doing such, shattered the delicate glass of a chandelier. Luckily for Felix and unluckily for the cloaked woman, her attention was indeed averted by the sound.

”DUCK!”

In the same second that she noticed movement in her peripheral vision, she was struck by an intense pain not unlike being hit with an electrically charged object.

It was with a dazed and almost silent vocalization that she realized that she had, indeed, been struck by such an object. Curiously, that object was the man’s foot. Somehow, he had attacked her magically and physically in the same moment. She would have to learn how to do such a thing, she decided, before she took note of the fact that she was no longer on her feet.

As she heavily struck the bookshelves that oh so kindly caught her, she realized two important things. The first was there was a cruel soreness in her lumbar area and lack of breath in her lungs, and that the angry man was approaching too quickly for her to protect herself. The second, and by far the more important, was that there was a sudden burning sensation that quickly spread from her shoulders and neck to her face. White-blonde ringlets spilled from the black cloth that restrained them normally, large, silvery eyes widened, and a shrill, slurred yelp leapt from her throat. Her headdress rung as it struck the ground and her veil slipped to the side, completely revealing her ivory-pale face. In truth, the elven ex-noble couldn’t care less in that moment that there was an angry man approaching who was obviously much stronger than she. With numb hands, she failed at replacing her hood before Felix had her in a submission chokehold.

“Perhaps what you said about being a gentleman is true but... I’m a business man first and a gentleman second… I’m going green after all,”

Naturally, she flailed about and pounded on his chest initially as her still-electrically influenced mind began to jolt back into action. Awkwardly, as she could not see what she was doing, the sage traced a rune into the air at what she hoped was chest level on the man, then with a short flick she pounded the ball of her hand on whatever part of his torso she could reach. If he didn’t avoid this attack, the man would find whatever part of his body she struck encased in ice. While this Ice 3 would not last for more than a few seconds, it would hopefully force him to release her. Unbeknownst to her, however, in the same moment that she had been caught, the younger cloaked man had put the elder in a similar position to herself. If she accidentally struck the grey-haired man... Well.... She would just have to hope she was lucky

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Cooldowns-
Ice 3: Can be cast thrice for every rounds

[Felix]

The party was certainly getting started now, his attack having been more than successful and the freelancer enjoying every second of it. With the way things were going, the woman would more than likely be unconscious before she could even hope to counter, or at the very least nearly down and out. And yet despite doing what he figured was right, one of his possible business associates felt inclined to attempt to attack him, no less with a close-range attack. While Zexion had hoped his actions would go unnoticed, Felix was a man of experience and always knew to be wary of one’s surroundings and use his peripheral vision if one hoped to be a close-range fighter like he was. That being noted, when Zexion had decided to run straight toward him, it wasn’t lost on him what he was attempting to do as he got behind him, a neck running across his collarbone in a feeble attempt to try and choke him. Without even thinking, the freelancer quickly tucked in his chin to avoid a full choke, limiting the effectiveness of Zexion’s attack. Yet it was still irritating to have his energy drained as he could tell quite quickly as he felt himself get weaker, slowly but surely, and was going to show Zexion why doing such an attack on the freelancer was beyond foolish.

Releasing the “tea cup” grip he was using to choke the nosy elf, Felix would use that now free left arm to elbow Zexion in the liver as he released Lightning Manipulator. Now while this attack would have been rather effective on its own merits, Felix wanted to be sure that Zexion would surely regret his choice and activated his Mass Manipulator to reduce the mass of his arm by twenty times. This would make the blow exceedingly fast but weak unless of course another mass switch had been performed upon impact, multiplying the mass of his arm 20 times over. Needless to say, combining that insane speed with the sudden change in mass would provide the blow with more than enough force to send Zexion flying into the bookshelf behind and probably racking them together until the combined support of the few bookshelves and the wall stopped him. Regardless, it would come as no surprise to the freelancer if the Nobody was knocked out with this single blow, more than certain it would hit. After all, dodging such a ludicrously fast blow at super close range was one thing, but for someone who was certainly more of a scholar than a fighter while having poor sight of the blow to do so? Simply impossible.

Yet the fun wasn’t over and despite having her brain shocked to high hell, the elf was attempting to counter attack, her hand brought up and drawing something in the air. Whatever she was drawing, it was safe to assume for the freelancer that it was magic and seeing as he didn’t need to see Zexion to perform his earlier attack, he was well aware of the feeble attempt. Her hand shook and was far from firm and rigid in its position, the shocks to her brain surely the cause, and made the attack easily parried using his still free left hand. Unfortunately for the freelancer, he wasn’t quick enough and while the spell had passed nearly completely by, it had skimmed the left side of his arm, effectively freezing his bicep. On the other hand, assuming the attack Felix had let rip just moments ago had hit its mark and Zexion was sent hurtling to the wall, he’d have another present heading toward him. Regardless, the freelancer would then give one final tug at the woman’s neck, kneeing her in the stomach before he threw her aside, not worried that she’d try to continue the fight with him. His surprise attack had been extremely effective and with the loss of all motor skills, if only temporary, continuing would be suicidal for the elf and surely the scholar. Not only that but if all was successful, the freelancer would be leaving the library, waving goodbye to the two as he smirked lightly,

“As it would seem, negotiations have failed miserably… oh well tearing your organization a new one sounds pretty fun so we’ll be seeing each other again real soon I’m sure… Sayonara Zexy-poo,” the freelancer would taunt before heading up the stairs and making his way out… assuming everything worked as planned, if not well then it would all depend.

OOC: Making my exit unless you got some way to avoid getting rocked Zexion as well as Loomy ^_^! If not just feel to write that I’m gone and you guys can make your own posts or just leave it at that. In case you do keep me here somehow though...

Mass Manipulator: 2 Switches/ 3 left - 2 Post Duration left
Lightning Manipulator: Duration - off, 2 Post Cooldown
Elemental Manipulator(s): Cannot use any elemental manipulators for one turn.

[zexy]

(OOC: I'm sorry Loomy! Some days my brain just doesn't give me the will to write. I'm trying to stay on top of things... -_-)
And yes, he had jeopardized everything.

How could I forget THAT?![/i] the Nobody cursed inwardly as he felt the static shock course throughout his body. The answer never occurred to him other then his lack of combative knowledge. He could understand people and WHY they attacked and the best logical situation for it, but understanding the attack itself… well that was a guess of all its own.

But there were more pressing matters to be dealt with.

The women’s cries were something else. As a prettier then average, and oddly Elvin appearance to the women in front of him was revealed, she seemed to go into a state of panic about getting the cloak back on rather then avoiding the head on attack. Maybe she didn’t want people to see her face? But the cries would tell another story.

Yet the fact that Felix was not only minimizing the Schemer’s efforts but now counteracting….

The human reaction was to let go, and move backwards. Of course, the slow scholar and the fast action wasn’t a good combo, leaving Zexion with one powerful hit indeed. The hit wasn’t exactly dead on, but combined with the speed and power of whatever quickening thing the Freelancer had used, it didn’t matter that the shock wasn’t confusing his brain. The bookshelf the Nobody crashed into did that for it. Letting out a cry of pain as the Nobody felt his head and spinal cord get banged up considerably, Zexion crumbled to the floor in a bit of a heap, body too paralyzed for him to get up. Disoriented, the petite scholar tried to see where Felix was, thinking the man was going to attack again, only to hear him telling his goodbyes.

“As it would seem, negotiations have failed miserably… oh well tearing your organization a new one sounds pretty fun so we’ll be seeing each other again real soon I’m sure… Sayonara Zexy-poo,”

No… the… Organization…[/I] struggling to regain his motor skills and use of his mouth, the Nobody eyes followed the Freelancer walking out of the Library with an almost smirk on his face. Quickly looking back at the women he basically risked the Organization’s existence in trying to save, he could barely kiss if she was ok. He didn’t care for her, of course, but she could be a more valuable asset then Felix was (or could ever be, unless he was sent to kill something) and he rather have her off alive.

All there was to do now, was to wait for the effects of the spell to wear off…


(OOC: Felix, how long would the effects of the spell last? You can send me a MSN message if it’s easier.)

[Loomy]

The elven woman heard rather than saw Felix attack the younger man as he moved to defend her, and as the flood of electricity ceased it’s rampage on her body she felt her shoulder muscles seize violently. The room began to spin and her watery eyes closed firmly against the harsh light. The thought of losing consciousness frightened her only more as she felt her bare skin tighten and her lips chap. She struggled against the man’s grip once more as her ice spell was cast and could only hope that it hit home.

When she was at last released after a sharp tug at her neck, the elf felt herself collapse into the man’s knee. She hit the ground and curled up weakly as her body recuperated from the abuse it had endured. When she found that she couldn’t quite move as easily as she would have liked, not easily enough to replace the thick hood that shielded her face from burning light, she lifted a violently trembling arm and did her best to create a shadow that covered enough of her face to stall the burning sensation that numbed her senses to all other things. It was demeaning to feel so weak, and the elven woman cursed her luck and her conscience. She felt incredibly stupid for trying to stop the men, and even moreso for providing an opening for the redheaded man to attack.

An attempt at a steadying breath and a moment later, the young woman forced herself into an almost acceptably upright position and gracelessly yanked the hood of her cloak back over her head. She noticed, with a guilty expression, that the slate haired man seemed to be in pain himself.

”Are you alright?” She grimaced as she found her voice sounded breathy and muted, almost like a whisper. ”Do you need healing?”

[OOC: Sorry this one is so late... and lame xD]

[zexy]

((OOC: Alright, I talked to Felix. He’s OFFICALLY out of the thread. So it’s me and you now Looms. Let’s see if my Zexion muse kicks in. >.< OH… right I’m going to say it’s been on post and the spell WEARS off… since we aren’t fighting and Felix isn’t posting again.. <.< I think it’ll work.))


Pain.

Zexion could recall pondering about this very sensation and how many compared it to actually being a feeling. You “feel” pain, whether it is physical, mental or emotional, you “feel” it… And, by god, did Zexion feel it now.

The numbness of Felix’s spell was wearing off, leaving the Nobody’s nerves open to the full flood of pain that rushed from his various wounds. Whether is was the point of impact into his rips, or his banged up shoulder blades from his crash, it still hurt like no one could imagine. His head was swarming, and his vision was that of one who rode a carrousel too many times. It took the petite scholar all the energy he could muster to not cry out in pain.

As his motor skills slowly returned, the Nobody hunched himself nearly into fetal position on the cold stone floor of the library. He felt so weak and defenseless at this point. His tiny form couldn’t handle the onslaught of damage, even though his body was far from fading.

“Are you alright? Do you need healing?”

Zexion was surprised he even heard her. Registering her voice seemed illogical, but perhaps because his subconscious so much wanted the pain to stop, it made the Nobody’s ears work correctly.

Lifting his head slowly, vision going askew a bit more again, the Nobody looked directly at the now cloaked form of the female. His body was still not completely responding, and the pain was probably evident on his face. “If you wouldn’t mind….” Despite the fact that his voice was quiet and airy just like Loomy’s, it still held some of its normal tone.

Zexion was only hoping that he had taken the right step in trusting her. If she turned against him, not only had he risked the Organization’s possible existence, but his own as well.

“No wrath like a women’s wrath” Enough said.

[Loomy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://www.webdesignhot.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/FloralBackgroundVectorIllustration.jpg); width: 450px; border: 10px groove #007888, bTable] It's no one's fault this time So there's no one to blame
[atrb=style, background: #007888; padding: 5px; border-top: 3px solid #FFA931; border-bottom: 3px solid #FFA931; opacity: 0.8] “If you wouldn’t mind….” Four words. For words that revealed so much about the young man before her. There was no emotion to his voice, no feeling... It was almost like listening to a program over a computer system translating text into noise. It was unnerving, really. There was only pain, thinly veiled, in his voice. When she tried to survey his extent of injury, the elven woman realized that there was an attempt at distress also. The man had said something about an Organization on his way out... Had something happened that she didn't know about? Something that would have caused the slate-haired young man distress? Something that, ultimately, was her fault? Without wasting another moment on thought, the woman drew a curing rune into the air and sent it toward Zexion. "Of course I don't mind... I'm the reason you're hurt. You didn't have to help me, but you did... so I owe it to you." On still-weak legs, the ex-noble stood and crossed the room to collect her veil and the delicate silver that held it in place. Rather than replacing them, she pocketed the objects before crouching to retrieve her book. She hugged the tome to her chest for a moment, almost shyly, before continuing. "I don't believe I ever introduced myself... My name is Fay Eldridge... I don't usually let anyone know my name, but you sort of earned it, I suppose." With that out of the way, she approached him carefully and offered a hand to help him up. If he tried to look, Zexion would probably find her smiling awkwardly through the shadows that guarded her. "And, you're... Zexion?" Already she was recovering from the pain that had been drawn forth from light exposure- such was the abnormal nature of the curse that had been cast on her. In moments there would be no sign of what had caused her pain only moments before.	[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;]
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[atrb=border,0,true,][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2] And no one to hate...

[zexy]

((OOC: Sorry for being a bit late, Work and VBS are torture on the will to write. Anywho... I really want to try out a table sometime...))

If relief was possible for a Nobody, that was be what Zexion was feeling at the moment. The Cure-like (if not the actual thing) blanketed him over, dulling the pain, clearing his head and mending the injuries the schemer had received in the course of his mini… scuffle.

"Of course I don’t mind… I’m the reason you’re hurt. You didn’t have to help me, but you did… so I owe you.[/color]

Turquoise eyes focused on the women in the distance. Caring… Guilt… Remorse…[/color] Zexion didn’t need to read the women’s mind to know the emotions going through her. They were a horrible position to be displaying, and Zexion knew it. Way too easy it would be to trick this women into being loyal to him, way to easy to manipulate those interesting powers she had… way to easy to make her spill any secret she might have.

He watched the women move around to collect her things, eyes training one her book for a longer time. He slowly tested his own strength and was satisfied that he was able to prop himself up to a half seated position. It was then that the women broke the awkward silence between them with her introduction.

Fay Eldridge… a name strait from a fantasy novel. Zexion looked interestingly at the hand held in front of him. She is far to trusting.

It was his name that snapped him out of his thoughts. Quickly reacting with a startled expression, the shock never more then just a slight twinge of his face, Zexion suddenly remembered that Felix had mentioned his name earlier. Relaxing slightly, the young Nobody rose slowly to his feet, ignoring the offered hand. “That is the name I go by, yes.” He replied to forestall another awkward silence.

Zexion knew that now was the time to make a move towards gaining her to his side. She was already trusting, appalled by his apparent act of bravery to the point of leaving herself so open. Forcing back a smirk the petite scholar spoke up. “What brings you to a castle abandon so long ago?” He posed the question with an air of elegance, turquoise eyes never leaving the image of the cloaked women in front of him.

He was going to play every pawn to his advantage. Eventually he’d over take the queen…

Check… Zexion couldn’t help but smirk a small fraction at the thought. … and mate.[/I]

[Loomy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://www.webdesignhot.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/FloralBackgroundVectorIllustration.jpg); width: 450px; border: 10px groove #007888, bTable] A Voice from Down the Ages So haunting in it's song...
[atrb=style, background: #007888; padding: 5px; border-top: 3px solid #FFA931; border-bottom: 3px solid #FFA931; opacity: 0.8] "That is the name I go by, yes." It was far too easy to read her, Fay was more than aware of the fact. But she was rather hoping that he would loosen up if she proved to be no more a threat than a kitten. His utter lack of feeling was disturbing to say the least, and she considered that it may have been a shield of sorts. She did not bother to think about the way that he'd ignored her hand. He was likely just worried. Or... maybe paranoid. It was impossible to tell. "What brings you to a castle abandoned so long ago?" She was caught off-guard by the sudden question but she was thankful nonetheless as she knew as well as he, apparently, that if he hadn't spoken that there would have been an awkward lull in conversation. But, at the same time, he now spoke with a sort of elegance that he hadn't held on to before. "The tides of time, I suppose. It was really all by chance that I appeared here," For a moment, she paused to scrutinize the young man, as he smirked ever so slightly... If he was trying to draw her into a trap and attack her he had another thing coming. The first man had caught her off guard with his speed and agility... This one, however, she doubted would be able to do so. Then, again she paused. Why would he attack her? He had the chance to do so far earlier- she doubted highly that he would do so now. "What of you?" she began, hesitant almost. "I can see that you are a scholar, most definitely, but I still don't see why you were here with a man like that..." She shook her head with a soft sigh. "That kind of person has sold their soul without any regret, and if you aren't careful, he'll buy yours and sell it too."	[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;]
[atrb=style, background: #007888; width: 100px; vertical-align: top;][cs=2] Comments: Tables are fun to tinker with, yes ^^ And don't worry about being late with replies xD I understand, really. -is still messing with lyrics ^^;-
[atrb=border,0,true,][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2] these ancient stones will tell us of what shall make us strong

[zexy]

She’s observant. that thought was made clear by the hesitant pause in her speech and the few keen details she had picked up during their encounter with Felix Maximilian. The Schemer could be nothing more then impressed by that. The Elvin looking women was too trusting, maybe, but any tricks he tried to play on her might easily be spotted.

So the old fashion way… convince her, willingly. Zexion wanted her on his side. He wanted to learn how she performed the magic she did, and perhaps even learn some himself. If she was this trusting, keeping things free of tricks would allow him to accomplish his goal.

And a little manipulation would secure it.

“The Freelancer’s entrance was not of my choosing, I assure you of that.” Zexion tilted his head slightly eyeing her with a small smile present on his face. “I am here for the same reason anyone enters a library, to find information.”

He turned around and sighed, the façade of emotions was played so well by the Schemer, most would have difficult proving them fake without knowing what he was. “Yet what I find instead is a man… of an indescribable nature making threats. Though…” he smirks and glances over his shoulder back at Loomy “His information did prove to be… somewhat resourceful” He looked away from her again. “Not that it is any of your concern. Now… you called me a scholar, does that mean you would be one as well?”

((OOC: Ehh… kind of short, but I came home and all of a sudden had Zexion muse… so I wrote this! Yay! And I hopefully can keep up with posts now… I should be caught up))

[Loomy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://www.webdesignhot.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/FloralBackgroundVectorIllustration.jpg); width: 450px; border: 10px groove #007888, bTable] A Voice from Down the Ages So haunting in it's song...
[atrb=style, background: #007888; padding: 5px; border-top: 3px solid #FFA931; border-bottom: 3px solid #FFA931; opacity: 0.8] “The Freelancer’s entrance was not of my choosing, I assure you of that." He paused for a moment smiling faintly. "I am here for the same reason anyone enters a library, to find information.” For a moment, the thought that he had to be faking that smile occured to her Then it left in a flash. Nobody was so emotionless. It had to be a front. He was just careful. After realizing belatedly that he was looking at her, she nodded. He turned away before continuing and Faye found herself scanning his body language carefully, warily. “Yet what I find instead is a man… of an indescribable nature making threats. Though… His information did prove to be… somewhat resourceful” She had no time to voice the question that took place in her expression as he continued after a short glance in her direction. His expression had been indecipherable, a sort of smirk playing on the corners of his mouth, but a steely indifference in his eyes and a fatigue in the set of his chin. “Not that it is any of your concern. Now… you called me a scholar, does that mean you would be one as well?” Fay chose to think about how to reply to that one. "I am a scholar of an abnormal sort. What I search for is a cure." It was said simply with the slightest tilt of her head. If he was pretending, he was good enough at it that she would let him have his win.	[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;]
[atrb=style, background: #007888; width: 100px; vertical-align: top;][cs=2] Comments: Tables are fun to tinker with, yes ^^ And don't worry about being late with replies xD I understand, really. -is still messing with lyrics ^^;-
[atrb=border,0,true,][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2] these ancient stones will tell us of what shall make us strong

[zexy]

A cure?

The scholar flashed back on her strange reaction when her face had been exposed. She had become distracted by it… enough that it might have cost her some heavy hits with the “#1 Freelancer in Radiant Garden”. Zexion pondered a moment wondering if the two incidents were related, then turned back around to face her. “A cure, in a library? Your luck might be better in a hospital.” he smirked again. “Unless… medical knowledge hasn’t been able to help you.”

As he talked, he focused in on her reactions. If she gave the slightest hint on that medicine wasn’t able to help her… he would close in on it. What better way to get her to trust him then for Zexion himself to find the cure or at least promise such a feat. One of those “work with me and all your problems will be solved” sort of things. Not that Zexion wouldn’t deliver… if she had a major flaw or some illness, the Organization would want it solved to begin with. But… she didn’t need to know how long that would take.

He hoped she would be trusting and fast. For no matter how patient Zexion was, he needed to get back to finding his Organization… whoever might be left.

((OOC: <.< Boy that was short, even WITH the fluff... ok let's start kicking up some dialogue Looms.))

[Loomy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://www.webdesignhot.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/FloralBackgroundVectorIllustration.jpg); width: 450px; border: 10px groove #007888, bTable] A Voice from Down the Ages So haunting in it's song...
[atrb=style, background: #007888; padding: 5px; border-top: 3px solid #FFA931; border-bottom: 3px solid #FFA931; opacity: 0.8] “A cure, in a library? Your luck might be better in a hospital.” Fay’s gaze slowly climbed upward to meet Zexion’s, a correction briefly flittering across her tongue. However; before she could even think of finishing the slate-haired young man cut her off, and she swallowed the words before they dared to emerge. “Unless… medical knowledge has been unable to help you.” Beneath the woolen hood, the elven woman’s eyes widened a fraction- it was like he could see right through the thick shadows that shielded her from sight, could read her expressions as they battled across the pale planes of her face... but she knew that such a feat would make the man inhuman, and thus deduced that she was simply too obvious. Zexion’s lips turned up ever so slightly in a smirk and a flash of irritation shot through her, her hands tightening into fists as she wrestled it back down. “You are correct. There is nothing that ails me that could be cured by conventional medicines or strict regimens. My… condition… would not appear in any doctor’s textbook.” She paused, holding her words before speaking, carefully ordering them. As her voice rose again, it was quiet and held hesitance. “It’s not so much a cure that I seek… rather… it’s a counter.” She stumbled over her words, not used to bringing their subject matter up before other living, sentient beings. “I am not sick… I have no ailment of the blood or bones or muscle… I was cursed. I’ve been searching for a way to reverse it for so long that I do not remember how long it has been…” She paused again, before allotting a tone of self-contempt to colour her voice. “Not that I don’t deserve it…” Realizing her slip-up, she scowled briefly and shook her head. “I should not be bothering you with things that you cannot do anything about. I am terribly sorry for… whatever my presence may have caused.” She straightened up, taking in a breath to calm her nerves. “I shall leave you be, then, I suppose.” With that, she turned to leave, hesitating only slightly. “Fare thee well… and may lady luck smile upon you in your attempts to regain the secrecy that man stole.”	[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;]
[atrb=style, background: #007888; width: 100px; vertical-align: top;][cs=2] Comments: Stop her! Stop her!! xDDD
[atrb=border,0,true,][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2] these ancient stones will tell us of what shall make us strong

[zexy]

((OOC: Sorry for taking so long Looms! Hopefully this stops her!))

Of course, the heavy hood the women wore was damping his plans; he couldn’t quite see her face… But she seemed to stay in the same position, still and obviously trying to… not show him her face. He deduced at that point that she was either scared, nervous or shocked, most likely a combo of all three. Which meant… he hit a core, and got something right.

And her next few lines only proved that.

Not appear in a text book? A counter?[/I] A quizzical expression formed slightly on the scholar’s face as he thought. Then it’s something… mystical? Intriguing[/I]

Zexion seemed to be a thought a head of her words, so oddly enough that if he had voiced the opinion out loud, she might consider him of one to read minds. The women named Fey continued to talk about her aliment… a curse? Zexion’s eyes widened a fraction as a mind versed well in literature started to flash through all of what had happened. A curse of the body that no medicine can cure, that seems to cause her… signification distress and hinder her life, hence how she was so desperately looking for a cure. The heavy cloak, the hiding of her face… the sudden need to abandon everything going on around her to fix it…

Was there something wrong with her skin?

But as he was pondering, he suddenly realized his companion was leaving. Slightly startled, he stepped forward as she turned her back to her, blurting out rather quickly “I can help you.”

He had hoped that stopped him, his mind worked a mile a minute as he fell back into his rather calmer state, trying to tell her the worlds that would get her to trust him. “I know a place far away from all those who would try to stop you. A place in forever night, with a castle that has all the books you could ever want. It was the place I called home for a long time, before some bizarre events befell… well me.” Zexion spoke with a highly smooth and weighted voice, trying to make the place sound as wonderful as he could. “Fey, you want the cure? I can offer you the answer. All you need to do is come with me.” and he offered a hand to her. If she accepted he would send them both to the World that Never Was, praying it still stood… he could always come back here if he wished.

[Loomy]

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[atrb=style, background: #7B2500; padding: 5px; border-top: 3px solid #FFDDAB; border-bottom: 3px solid #FFDDAB; opacity: 0.8] “I can help you.” Fay’s heart skipped a beat and she froze where she stood. Had she heard correctly? Had he truly said what she thought he had said? “I know a place far from all those who would try to stop you. A place in forever night, with a castle that has all the books you could ever want.” Instinctively, her hand rose to clutch at the pendant about her neck, before she absently realized that it was not present as her hand fluttered across her neck. Could he be lying? Trying to turn her to his side for some unknown reason? But what reason would he have to betray her in such a way? To use such a low attack to sway her interests… He didn’t even know her. He went on to explain to her that this place is- was his home. She was so torn… “Fay you want the cure?” Slowly, with her gaze downturned, and her gloved hand splayed across her clavicle, she turned back to face him. ”I can offer you the answer. All you need to do is come with me.” He lifted his hand toward her, and her gaze followed it before carefully rising to meet his indigo eyes. She found that she couldn’t move as an emotion that she wasn’t used to flooded into her veins, like ice. She heard herself speaking, but it was like the words did not come from her lips. “You… Why would you help me?” Logic screamed at her that no act of charity was entirely selfless, but she bit down on logic’s keening voice, daring to hope that what he was saying was true. Then, a cruel thought leapt into her mind, sobering her cheer immediately. “Do I even deserve to leave my prison of eternal darkness?” She lowered her hand hesitantly, moving as though to turn away again before stopping herself. … Yes, I do.	[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;]
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[atrb=border,0,true,][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2] these ancient stones will tell us of what shall make us strong

[zexy]

((OOC: Short, but my word I'm having fun with all this manipulating stuff!))

You… Why would you help me?

Zexion’s gaze didn’t leave hers. Of course, he could barely see her eyes under the shroud she wore, but he locked his turquoise eyes to where he could feel her staring. She was hoping, frozen by the suggestion, possibly praying that his interest were good at heart.

And it took all of Zexion’s will to prevent a smirk to edge up on his face or a chuckle to escape his lips. It was perfect, she had fallen for it all too perfectly. “I can see your suffering.” the emotion of pity appeared on his face, eyes softening to further the effect. “I know what it’s like to suffer, betrayed by the people you trusted over an assumption, a lie. Why would I wish that on anyone else when I could so easily help them?” The gloved hand of the Nobody stretched slightly further in her direction. “Together we can find this cure, Fay.” His eyes seemed to entrance hers, Zexion wasn’t sure if he could use an illusion right now without her knowing, but… if words weren’t enough… he would.

He would make himself seem so right, so holy, so pure… so very much not what he was on the inside. And so the lonely pawn stands in front of the mighty queen… How long before it quivers and falls?[/I]