The Monster of Twilight Town [Open]

[beast]

[OOC: So obviously this thread is meant for anyone who might come to investigate the rumors of a great Beast seen recently in Twilight town that escaped into the woods. Could be a Merc looking for some cash to rid the town of the 'Threat' or it could be a scientist looking into the rumors to see what it might really be. You Decide!]

For a world by the name of Twilight Town, it certainly still kept it’s hours of night and day. The world might have been perpetually labeled as caught in a twilight sunset, but the world still held it’s time of night and day. The sunset that seemed to grace the sky all of the day eventually gave way to the night hours of twilight, giving the sky a beautiful deep blue color with a golden rim on the horizon, the stars beautiful in the sky. Stars that were other worlds. Worlds, of which he came from. He, who came from a land nowhere like this, yet stuck here. The gorgeous scenery and beautiful, bustling town might have been something for Belle to have loved and enjoy, a place for the grand beauty to live and be happy, but for the Beast, it was anything but this. He might have gotten to enjoy it too, had his arrival not been in the middle of the busiest part of the day, in the busiest part of town.

Yep. When the Beast had fallen into the world--quite literally this time around--it had been right in the sandlot, apparently during the world’s “Struggle Tournament” or so the posters he had seen while running had claimed. For you see, at some point the Beast had fallen out of Agrabah, seemingly for now reason whatsoever, and ended up falling through the lanes between in darkness. He wasn’t sure how this had happened, and he had nearly been attacked by the darkness within the lanes. He had felt their ethereal tendrils seeping into his pores, trying to course through his blood and unlock and empower the darkness that lay dormant within him. But Beast would not have it. He had to stay strong, continue to fight. He had to! If for nothing else, than for Belle! And when he had fought with all his might to force the darknes sout, he soon found himself coated in a white light, and then falling. Above Twilight Town it had probably looked like a shooting star until those within the Struggle arena Sandlot had seen it coming for them. Many had no doubt panicked, and then pancked even further after the star had “Crashed” into the sandlot, leaving a deep cracked impression on the sandlot. The Beast had been covered in his cloak from Agrabah, but it seemed to somehow get damaged and burnt in the travel from Agrabah to this world. It covered enough that people were unsure of what the large purple blob was, and then freaked when it moved and beast rose, uncloaked and clearly appearing as he was to the dozens upon dozens of citizens.

A few of the people of this struggle tournament had gathered to attack, utilize strange blunt blue swords, but Beast would not risk whatever magic might have enchanted those weapons. At least a few had seemed like quite the capable fighters too, and Beast did not need to be the reason for a random slaughter in a world in defense. It was for that reason that Beast had turned tail and run for the nearest exit he could see. He ran through the town at high speed, no doubt scaring yet more civilians in this pursuit. Skidding after a short while or reaching into the Tram Common area, Beast had booked it through what appeared to be a hole in the large wall surrounding this town, into a small forested area and then further. Pursuers seemed to had lost him then, but he did not wish to risk it. Beast continued, slamming through the wrought iron gates of a large derelict mansion. From the outside appearance, it seemed this place had seen better days. No doubt abandoned. Therefore, a perfect place to hide.

And hide he did. It had been a week of hiding that the Beast had hidden here. He was shocked no one had found him, but he had seen people come. The mansion had offered a chance of watching for people, and Beast could see within the modest library window that people had been investigating outside the mansion. What was odd was the occasional appearance of young teens looking at the mansion. At least one had looked right at him, quick enough to no doubt spot the Beast before he had hidden behind the curtain again. If that kid had seen him, and the tales had no doubt already been circulating about the town, then it was only a matter of time before someone came searching the mansion. Would they send their strongest hunter? Fighter? Who would come? Who would fight the Beast?

For the first time in his life since he had been enchanted with the curse, the Beast felt a fear for his own life.

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(Sorry it took so long. >.< Let’s have fun then. *smirks*)

Perhaps it was a territorial thing or maybe it was aggravation with the burden of new found emotions that sent the pink haired man called Marluxia into such a rage earlier that day. While he claimed he did not care for people or what state the worlds were in, when he had arrived in Twilight Town to try to calm himself by visiting the clock tower, he had found his spot taken over by the Heartless. Not particularly caring for the annoying beasts to begin with, Marluxia had taken to getting rid of the Heartless in the area before tracking the rest of the shadows that were hidden through the town until each one had vanished under his blade. While the Graceful Assassin would say he had gotten rid of the Heartless simply because he needed to blow off some steam, the truth of the matter was, he actually wanted the place to stay safe and Heartless free.

He enjoyed chasing the creatures away and keeping the people here safe…even if out loud he would not admit this. This world had somehow grown on him from the first time he stepped foot in it some time ago. He couldn’t explain why he had gotten attached to the place, but he found he wanted to protect it just as much as he protected Castle Oblivion. They were place that were his and because they were his, he protected them fiercely as an animal protects its children from danger. Granted the castle was easily taken care of versus a whole world… which he had to unfortunately share with others. Still that did not stop Marluxia from claiming the world as his and protecting it from those that wished harm upon it. What was his remained his and unless someone destroyed him completely he planned to keep what he claimed. Selfish? Yes, but did he care? Not at all. It was not Marluxia’s way to question his own habits. End of story.

In any case, the Graceful Assassin had just returned to the clock tower after clearing out all the Heartless he could find. He dismissed his weapon feeling quite pleased with himself as he headed towards the wall that overlooked the beautiful scene of eternal sunset and sparkling water. Something about the sight calmed him, helped him clear out the jumble thoughts in his head and actually think clearly for once instead of struggling with the emotions that should not be. As he approached the wall, he leaned against it and looked over the scene preparing himself for a well- deserved rest when sounds of running feet reached his ears. Turning slightly, he saw three people run into the area, but suddenly skidded to a halt upon spotting him. Curious as to what all the running was about, Marluxia turned a bit more to get a better look at the trio and found that they were kids—one teenager and two younger ones to be precise. The two younger children clung to the older one in fear as he stood firmly between the two girls and the position where the Graceful Assassin stood.

He had to give the kid props for even daring to stand up against him to protect the younger two as if he could hope to stand a chance at winning. With ease he could take all three of them down with a single swipe of his scythe; however, luck was on the children’s side today. Marluxia didn’t kill without reason and the killing of innocent ones had no value in the Nobody’s eyes, so he let the challenging glare slid for the moment.

“Why are you three running?” he asked in his monotone voice, hiding the fact that the intrusion was not appreciated. Instead of answering his question, the boy tensed before bucking up his courage to speak.

“Are you with that monster that has been plaguing town?” the boy asked, fear radiating off him despite his attempts to be brave for the two he was protecting.

“Monster?” Marluxia asked, turning to face the trio fully. He leaned back against the wall as he pondered what he had heard. What monster did these children speak of? He had heard nothing about a different creature being inside of the town. Only the Heartless and occasional Nobody resided here, so what foul beast had come to his world without permission, hmm? His eyes were locked on the oldest child demanding an answer silently. The boy looked at him in squirmed under his gaze for a moment before shaking his head and regaining his courage once more.

“A week ago a star landed in the sandlot, except it wasn’t a star,” the oldest one began, but did not finish as the child to his left spoke.

“Yeah. The star turned into a monster—“

“With fur—“ the one to the right.

“And, and big teeth.” Left again.

“It was scary.” Right.

The two girls explained the creature’s look which in turn caused a slight frown to appear on the assassin’s face. A furry monster with big teeth that was scary? What was this a wild animal of some sort? Why would a wild animal be in Twilight Town? The woods outside of town were empty, so did Corridors now rip random animals from their homes and throw them elsewhere? If so why? This situation was becoming stranger by the minute; however, the Nobody didn’t think on it too much longer because the older child was talking again.

“As my sisters said. This thing is freaky. We were there the day it came here and have been looking for it since. I think it needs to be destroyed, but no one in town knows how to do it or are too scared to attempt it,” the boy said as he lowered his head, shaking it in both disappointment and anger.

“Oh! Oh! I know, Big Brother,” the sister to the left began. “Let the pink haired man go find the monster.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Oh that’s right, he’s the one that kills the shadows with that strange weapon of his,” the sister to the right said.

“Yeah, the one with the pretty flower attacks,” the left one said happily.

Pretty flower attacks? A ping of agitation ran through the Nobody at that; however, Marluxia didn’t let it show as he pushed the insult away, reminding himself that these were children, so he shouldn’t get too upset about what they said. Besides it was a slight compliment, no? He guessed he could live with that.

Anyway, as the two girls described him to their brother, the boy looked at him suspiciously.

“You are a warrior?” he asked cautiously.

“I can be anything you want me to be,” Marluxia said in cool tones as he folded his arms becoming impatient with these children. He knew what they wanted, but they were beating around the bush and asking too many questions, so instead of waiting any longer he drew this conversation to its main point with his next words.

“You want me to get rid of your monster? So be it. Just tell me where it was last seen and I’ll take it from there.”

The boy looked at him in shock not believing his words.

“You would do that?” he asked.

“What did I just say?” Marluxia snap causing the two girls to flinch in fear, but the boy stayed strong as he shook his head and focused once more. Hope gleamed in his eyes. Tch! Hope. There was no hope. Whether someone succeeded or not was based on skill and the will power of the one fighting, not hope. Of course you can’t expect on with a Heart to understand that, so they would cling to their fabrication of hope. Ridiculous, but a trivial thing to be concerned with. Anyway, back on task. The kid was speaking again.

“Right. He was last seen around the mansion out in the woods. People think he’s holed up in there, but no one wants to go in there and find out,” the boy said with a frown.

Marluxia nodded in response. “Then consider your problem fixed.”

Then without another word, the Nobody left glad to be away from the children.

Sometime later, Marluxia stood before the gates of the old manor once more. Once more he was alone since the people who had come here to either catch a glimpse of the monster or hunt it down had left for a while probably from boredom or simply taking a break. Whatever the case was, Marluxia was not concerned as he looked up at the mansion window that was rumored to have a young girl occasionally appear in it; however, he saw nothing. There was just a thin curtain that waved in the breeze that the window let past. There was no monster there and yet….

Marluxia’s cold blue eyes looked at the window a bit longer. He saw a shadow pass the curtain. Something was there, but what it was he could not tell. Curious if the shadow was a heartless or this monster the kids were talking about. Marluxia took a step forward vanishing in a whirlwind of flower petals as he moved.

When the whirlwind next appeared it was inside of the mansion itself on the first floor. As the wind ceased and the flower petals settled on the dusty floor, Marluxa slowly looked around the place he knew pretty well now from his previous visits here. He stood in the spot where he and Olette had had their meeting, positioned right between the chairs that had not been moved from their spots despite one being knocked over. Ignore the slight change, Marluxia listened to the sounds of the place.

The low moan of the mansion thanks to age. The rustle of dust and lose debris that was pushed across the floor or rattled due to the wind that passed through the old cracked windows. The chirps of insects and the occasional tweet from a bird as it landed outside. The mansion seemed normal, but if one listened carefully, then he or she might sense the odd amongst the normal.

The tension that replaced the normal silent eeriness of the house. The extra shifting of old flooring under another’s weight. The disruption of the silence by the breathing of another living being within the house that was not him. Yes…something was here, but what and where was it was the question. Marluxia stayed where he was a bit longer his eyes slowly moving from the turned over chair until he found strange prints in the dust. He turned slightly to follow the path of recent marks with his eyes. He followed them until they disappeared at the stairs. From his spot, he took a step back and scanned the upper landing. He couldn’t see anything, but he knew rooms were up there he had yet to explore. Had the monster gone upstairs then?

Hmmm…according to the tracks that might just be a good place to start looking. Without saying a word, Marluxia headed towards the stairs and ascend them with light step out of habit more so than sneaking. The stairs creaked as he moved, but he did not care. Regardless if this creature heard him or not, he was going to destroy it if turned out to be a threat.

[beast]

[Marly eh? This could get interesting once Beast recognizes the coat he wears.]

It was probably mildly ironic that a creature who struck fear in the hearts of many by his appearance alone was afraid for his own existence. Animals understood well how it felt to see humans in fear, yet feel the fear of what the humans might do to them. It was why many barred their teeth, claws, or what have you. It was not to put fear into the hearts of men. It was a defensive action because they themselves were afraid. As an animal of sorts, Beast felt great fear at his current situation. Even more when he had caught a glimpse of yet another person outside the mansion.

He had only seen a brief glimpse of the man before the man had looked to the window. His hair was a stark pink like flowers, and he seemed to have a sort of graceful look upon him. This was all the Beast could surmise when he saw him in the window, for the rest was hidden in a flowing black coat. The coat had been familiar, but the Beast could not place it. With a frosted look through the glass and some distance between him and the man, Beast had been able to see absolutely little in the glass. It put him on nerve though.

Beast stepped back into a corner of the stark white room he hid in for now, a layer of dust collected within, but dust that was not as thick as the rest of the mansion. It seemed this room had had an occupant in recent years. A child, by the looks of the pictures and crayon and pencil drawings. He had taken to observing them during the days he had been confined in here, eating little more than rabbits and rats from the woods. So little to eat in this world, and the beast had been starving.

When the Beast heard the creaking of the stairs, that’s when his heart began to race further. He gasped briefly, quickly turning on his heel and hiding close to the door into the room, on the side the door would swing open to. With any luck, he could let the man wander in, and then disappear from view or simply knock the man out and leave him back in the woods. No need to kill, no need to kill, no need to kill.

Hopefully such a mantra would work…

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(Indeed this shall be interesting. Do be careful with the face and hair, hmm? XD)

As the stairs creaked under Marluxia weight, he paused midway up and became as still as a statue listening to the house. While he did not hear the gasp, he could hear something moving about in one of the rooms. To pin point the sound, he tilted his head slightly to the right and then the left, letting the direction of the sound filter in. Left, right, left, right…there!

Marluxia’s eyes locked on the door on the left side, the door closest to him. Unless his hunting skills were off, which he doubted greatly, the noise had come from just behind that door, yet as he observed the door he did not see anything trying to escape from the room, the door remaining firmly closed. Hmmm…whatever was back there wasn’t normal or wild. No, this one could think and be calm under pressure.

What was it then? A high ranking Nobody? No. No. He’d be able to sense a Nobody. A Heartless of the upper level waiting for an ambush, then? Hmm….let’s test that theory. The Graceful Assassin stayed still for a moment before finishing his walk up the stairs. He looked around the second floor and found a medium size chunk of rubble lying not too far away. A piece of white stone left over from a crumbled decoration piece perhaps, but this did not matter as the Nobody made his way over to it and picked it up. Walking to the railing of the second floor, he paused with the piece in hand glancing at the door for any changes. When he saw the door was still shut, he held the hand with the broken stone in it over the rail and then tilted his hand releasing the stone as he did so. The stone fell silently before crashing to the floor below with a loud thump and crunch that was amplified by the silence of the mansion.

If the creature was a Heartless, the sound would be enough to send it flying out of the room and yet this mysterious being did not do such a thing. Since the last sounds of movement, the thing behind the door had been surprisingly still. Maybe this one was even smarter than a Heartless then. Maybe said monster was actually more human than everyone thought and if that was the case, then said monster probably already had a plan. Maybe it was hoping he would come forward and enter the room to investigate; however, the Graceful Assassin would not be doing that. Oh no. If anyone was going to come to anyone it was the creature being forced to come to him. Time to smoke the rat out then.

Moving to a safe position near the stairs where he could not be knocked down them if the creature did run out, Marluxia summoned his weapon before calling upon two dusks. Giving them a simple hand signal the creatures twitched and nodded before one vanished and the other moved towards the door. Readying himself to knock the sense out whatever came out of that room, the Nobody waited to see what he may catch.

Meanwhile, the dusk that had vanished would reappear in the room with Beast and upon spotting the larger being would shake with what appeared to be anger before it would slink across to the creature slowly in its creepy way, making shooing gestures at him as if the room was its own and it wanted the Beast out. It even made little clicking sounds as if it was fussing at him. Not hostile just annoyed.

As for the one outside, it would open the door slightly keeping Marluxia out of sight as it created a crack large enough for it poke its head in. After looking around, this dusk to would spot Beast and begin to click at him and gesturing for him to come out as if it was trying to help him escape from the wrath of the one inside with him.

Now, this little play could end in one of many ways. One: the creature inside would take the help and exit the room in a quick fashion. Two: the creature would attack and probably use the door as a tool in destroying the dusk and resealing the room and probably put up a barrier to make it even harder to get in. Three: it could very well jump out the window if it was desperate enough; however, Marluxia didn’t think said creature was that afraid. If it were, it would’ve attempted that tactic a long time ago. And finally there were the last two options. The creature would do nothing at all, unfazed by such an act or lastly, be unpredictable.

Depending on how powerful the thing was and where its intelligence level rested, this plan could easily turn ugly and the assassin would find a ugly battle or a tricky game of wits on his hand. Whatever the case was, he had Dahlia in hand and with her as an ally there was nothing he couldn’t do. Right now, he had to be a patient hunter.

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~Cooldown~[/u]

Nobodies: Unlike the other Organization members who have a particular Nobody under their command, the Nobody that Marluxia control is simply known as the Angelic Nobody (called that due to its angel-like appearance). What this Nobody can do is a mystery since it only appears when Marluxia uses Circle Reject or goes into his third form (Angel of Death). Despite this, lower ranking Nobodies will obey him if he calls upon them. His typical choice is the Dusk Nobody, which he can summon four at a time and they last four post or until destroyed. It takes 5 posts for him to resummon them.

2 Dusk have been summoned.

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This was just one more modern world, likely resembling his own before the mass exodus of human life. But this mansion? Unkempt and crumbling into the very dust that coated it? It was like a slice of home.

Nier’s legs bent slightly to absorb the impact as he descended from the wall. The metal spines atop it were hardly the deterrent they appeared to be, and to anyone who knew what they were doing the wall was little more than well-built ivy farm now. Which was convenient, because he really didn’t want to open the gate at this point. At a glance it certainly appeared to be in decent shape, but there was no way it had avoided the wear of time that so thoroughly dominated the rest of the structure. There was little doubt that the portal would creak and otherwise produce a clamor the moment he tried to interact with it. Maybe the monster he pursued would hear it. Maybe it would not. It was a needless risk all the same, and if he could skirt around it then all the better.

He cast the gate a final glance as it wandered through his mind, and then returned his gaze to the dilapidated household. When he had spoken to the children briefly, they had expressed something akin to discomfort concerning this place. Perhaps even fear, though that seemed a little too far. Nier felt no such apprehension toward these grounds, but he could fully understand why they might. A foreboding atmosphere hung over the mansion; more alien than outright sinister, but intimidating all the same. The pall of the unknown cloaked all, and it was not hard to imagine that this might spark some primal fear. It was not unlike being afraid of the dark. How unfortunate, then, that a monster of some nature had taken up residence here. It was good that he had come along when he did, as a local might not be able to keep a clear head in this confrontation.

There was little purpose in delaying the encounter. Nier strode forward purposefully, approaching the doorway that separated him from the atrophied dwelling. There was very little to consider in a situation like this. He had slain larger foes than the one described to him. That was no reason to be incautious, of course, but it was clear that over thinking it would do more harm than good. Even if it turned out to be a tenacious opponent, he simply had to fell the beast and be done with it.

He took special care with the knob, on which he could practically feel the rust of years. The hunter had no intention of sneaking around, but he might find an edge if he could at least minimize his entrance. It would be better if they happened upon each other in the same instance, rather than have his position known beforehand. In any case the door gave with surprisingly little effort, and following a quick peek around Nier accepted this granted entry. There was only to begin pursuit now, and hopefully end this problem as cleanly as possible. Naturally, it was at this moment that a great clash rang out nearby. His head jerked in the direction of the sudden noise and his body tensed. A single hand moved largely on instinct, traveling over his shoulder to grip the hilt of Beastlord, which still hung securely to his back. Was the monster damaging the place now?

Slowly, carefully, Nier edged his way toward the stairwell, where he had heard the sound. Something was still in this house, and it was all too close.

[beast]

The surprising thing about Beast might have been just how human he could act at times. Instincts of an animal told him to run and flee, but his human side kept him pressed against the wall beside the door, as if wanting to disappear into the wall or hope to blend into it like some camouflage. Truth be told disappearing would be wonderful, to have some dark portal or light portal open and suddenly kick him from this world and free him of the fear of the hunter he could hear. But yet despite the sound of one hunter, Beast's ears flicked about. There was another set of footsteps, and a weird summoning sound of darkness… was another here? Did the first hunter summon something from the darkness?

Beast had little time to react when the first creature appeared suddenly in the room, making it's odd dance like movements and shooting gestures, acting strangely not aggressive but annoyed. Yet the Best didn't react to the hooting so much as the sight of the creature. It's stark white body and the unique sigil upon it's head. Such forms and sigil were familiar, and meant but one thing in the mind of Beast. The appearance of the second only heaped to confirm his theories as it poked it's head through the door and suddenly made more odd gestures.

"Nobodies…" Beast mused under his growing Breath, the anger flooding him at the memories of Xaldin and his deception and trickery. Without missing a Beat, Beast let out a powerful roar of shocking waves, the roar sending back the Nobodies from his position. In a short, blind rage, Beast leapt forward and swiped at the Nobody that had been before him making the agitated gestures, hoping to claw it out of existence and un-life before rebounding off a wall and slamming the very door the other had poked it's head into shut with a loud BANG. With luck, the Nobody who's head was in the for would have gotten caught by the three hundred pounds of muscle slamming into the door, barely holding under the stress of momentum and weight.

It only occurred After Beast had slammed the door that he had very well given away his position to the Hunters.

SPOILER: Click to show

Abilities:
Ferocious Shout: Beast lets out a deep Roar to both send enemies into panic and to damage them from the sound waves. [Cooldown: 1 Post]

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The new hunter that had entered the house was lucky his entrance was not heard or that he had not been in the wrong place at the wrong time when Marluxia had tested his theory about what the creature was on the other side of the door. When the stone crashed to the ground, it hid most of the new comer’s movements with its loud crash and so the pink haired Nobody had remained more or less oblivious to the other’s presence. Sure, he could feel something new in the area, but unlike a Nobody, the presence was so faint that for the moment he paid no mind to the trivial matter of figuring out what it was. His focus was completely on the door and getting at the creature behind it.

Since the noise test had failed, the Nobody went for a more simple plan that with luck could succeed, but on the other hand could go horribly wrong. As his Nobodies went into action, Marluxia stayed where he was watching and waiting to see how things would unfold. What happened next was not exactly expected. He heard a loud roar that could’ve belonged to a bear or some other larger creature from the wild, but as the Nobody listened to the movement behind the door, he thought differently. From the sounds of things, the Dusk inside with the creature had been knocked over or hit before its presence disappeared completely, the thing behind the door having destroyed it.

The tension of the Dusk peeking around the door only confirmed its ally’s death. The remaining dusk lingered too long in the door for a second after the first had died, the door slammed shut with such force and speed that all too soon the dusk had lost its head…literally. With no head, the remainder of the creature’s body slumped and faded back into oblivion where it had come from.

However, Marluxia was not focused on the loss. No, he was much more focused on what he had heard and seen. Well, it was official now that this thing on the other side was all of the following: humanly smart, large and heavy, strong, and really trying Marluxia’s patience. As much as he would’ve loved to go into the room himself and end whatever miserable vermin rested on the other side, he was not one to rush into things blindly as one with emotions might have. No instead, he thought for a moment on what to do.

The creature was large, strong, and heavy from the way that door shook when hit, so that posed a slight challenge. Sure, Marluxia might’ve been able to handle the creature alone, but it would be so much easier if he had something more stronger than his Dusk to back him up. If only he could summon his Angel freely. She would’ve not failed him like the lower levels did. So then. What to do? What to—? Hm?

The Nobody’s thoughts came to a halt as he heard the sounds of footsteps from below. Not really caring if his position was given away or not—he was sure whatever was on the other side probably knew at least one hunter was here anyway— Marluxia moved slightly closer to the rail careful not to lean on it and break it. As he did this, he kept his scythe at his side as he peeked over the rail and spotted a strange man with white hair dressed in dark clothing below.

From the looks of it, this one could be a warrior or perhaps hunter. It was hard to tell, but the Nobody figured their goal may be similar: Get rid of the beast behind the door. He was also plenty sure that the man had heard the ruckus said creature caused when it had destroyed his Nobodies. So the only question here was: was this man trouble or useful? It would be nice to know the answer to that, but Marluxia wasn’t about to open his mouth and speak. He didn’t want the creature behind the door to know of his plans, so for the moment he simply watched the man before returning his attention to the door in such a way that if the stranger below had indeed come here to hunt the creature, he too would know exactly where it was located.

You see Marluxia wasn’t interested in money, no he was simply interested in the end result of this game. Whether that turned out into a battle or something else didn’t matter as long as the creature was gone from his town, leaving the people and himself in peace. If this newcomer could be useful then the sweeter it would be to finally see what had effectively stayed in the safety of the room.

Despite the thoughts that ran through his head, he needed a plan to get around this one. If the man below created an opening for him to act in, then the Nobody would play off whatever action was made and if he did not do that or turned out to be trouble then the Nobody would simply have to find another way to skin the cat.

For now though, the Nobody appeared to be lost in thought waiting to see what this newcomer could or could not do for him.

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~Cooldown~[/u]

The two Dusk have been destroyed. 5 posts until summoning is open again.