Arabian Nights [Xion/Open]

[whitesong]

Night had fallen upon the desert world of Agrabah. Like all nights it was quiet, the citizens were either asleep or out drinking at a pub. While the guards were patrolling the dusty streets in search of any suspicious characters. In a world like this you always had to be on your guard. The desert was ruthless as were some of the people. Thieves, bandits, and even the Sultan's guard themselves were dangerous, and corrupt.

That's one of the thing Faiz loved and hated about this world...

Sitting atop a abandoned building to the west sat Faiz. Faiz Al Kadir being his full name. He was once a child, born to a poor woman and a member of the royal guard. His father left him once he found the woman he slept with was pregnant and Faiz's mother was forced to raise the young boy on her own. Eventually they ran out of food and desperate to save her son's life even for a little longer- she gave the last of the bread to him before dying of hunger the next day...

The poor now alone boy found himself walking around aimlessly trying to find food and water. That's when he ran into a gang of kids like him, who instead stole and killed to survive... One thing lead to another and Faiz ended up leading the bandit group. Eventually his friend Aquila after a falling out came back with a keyblade in hand. The two fought and Faiz gave the deciding blow to his old friend whilst Aquila now found out to be his half brother initiated the ceremony that would give Faiz his keyblade. And the rest as they say, is history...

Currently said teen was traveling the worlds trying to find a way to begin his goals. But he needed allies, or at least pawns... That- was harder than he actually sounded. So far the former bandit had little to no luck and it was beginning to irritate him. Still he wouldn't give up yet. He had plenty of time. Standing up he stretched before eyeing the guards on the street below. A small smirk formed on his face as he remembered the days he and his gang outran these fools. Ahh memories~! After stretching he stared at the horizon towards the sultan's palace his smirk fading into a frown. Damn it... he hated the Sultan and his whoreish daughter.

With a look of disgust he turned away from it before beginning to leap from building to building looking for something to do before he left this world for another. "There has to be some-" His words were cut off short as he felt darkness, or more specifically the darkness from a corridor of darkness. A grin formed on his face at the prospect of running into another darkness user as he leapt and eventually landed where the portal had just opened up. A grin on his face he eyed the newcomer interested.

Just who was this person...?

"Well well~ What do we have here~?"

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Xion stepped out of the Corridor, into the warm wind and sandy atmosphere of the World. Taking a deep breath, she looked around. Agrabah...it had been a long time since she had last visited the World. She briefly recalled missions that sent her and Roxas through the streets of this desert city, and outside it to that strange cave; Cave of Wonders? That was its name. It had indeed been a wonder...several things she had never seen before.

A flicker of memory invaded her head, of a strange-looking device, and then a huge form covered in armor...looking down at Roxas from the height of the figure's point of view...had it been real??

She flinched, shaking her head before the flicker could become something more. She didn't need other memories making her head hurt, or sending her into the dark depths of a breakdown. It wouldn't help..

Xion felt the twinge of pain from her arm, and remembered the whole reason she had ended up here. She had been distracted by the memories of arriving in Agrabah.. The encounter with the Heartless had been unexpected..and the one had hit her before she could react. It's mark was clear, even through the Cloak. A tear that she would have to fix, and a wound that she wasn't sure Cure would heal. She needed to find another Potion..or an Elixir, and hoped that one of the shops here might hold what she sought.

A voice caught her attention, and she looked up, grasping her arm as it stung again in the heat of the breeze that blew past. Who was it, and what were they looking for? She hoped it was not an Organization Member...but even if it were, they would not sway her to rejoin them...

The presence she felt drew closer, one that she dimly sensed as chaotic, but hidden behind something else, a front of some kind. Or maybe she was just confused. After all, coming to Agrabah hadn't been the first plan..it had been the escape.