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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2015 13:12:29 GMT -5
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The Freeshooter stood once again in the black, lightless, lifeless streets within the Dark City. His black cloak, hood up, protected him from the darkness of this place while hiding his presence from others. It was a marvelously useful thing, and Xigbar frequently found himself appreciating it. Using those very properties, Xigbar prowled the streets of this abandoned city in secret, searching for something very important. Well, someone very important to be more specific.
Only a single golden eye peered out from under his hood, keeping his identity hidden for the most part. True, there was only a single cloak wearer who had but one eye, but not everyone would be given a clear enough view to notice that, so it served its purpose well enough. Xigbar walked up and down the streets, scouring high and low for an signs of the man he fully intended to find. Their intermingled history, combined with a few rumors here and there, gave him the strong hint that this would probably be the next stop on his target's little tour.
His footsteps were relatively silent, adding almost nothing to the deathly quiet city around him. His eye glanced about the buildings towering above him at all sides. Part of the Freeshooter was always put off by this large city being completely empty, void of anything but Heartless and the occasional Nobody. The middle-line walking Nobodies had become a bit more rare since Sora's quest set him through this place originally, but that wasn't really something that could be helped. Xigbar could only shrug it off and hope it was all a part of the old man's plan in the end. There were so many things Xigbar still questioned regarding Master Xehanort's plan---Not the least of which was whether Xigbar would ever be given what he was promised by the old coot. He never liked waiting all that much, he was always more id than ego, so being told to 'wait for it' for 10 years was nearly insufferable.
It was time to get what he wanted. Ultimately, that was at the core of his reason for tracking down the man he was after. To find out who his allies were in the coming future was of the utmost importance, and this particular man could prove to be a great ally or a major enemy. Xigbar continued his search quite dutifully.
After he felt he had searched enough of the streets at ground level to last a lifetime, Xigbar headed to the skyscraper in the center of the city. As he shifted through back alley after back alley, he eventually found his way to the crashed truck. "Drunk drivers..." Xigbar sarcastically remarked as he studied it. He'd seen it a handful of times before, and it never stopped being an unusual sight. With a sigh, Xigbar summoned his Sharpshooters in a flash of white light, turning his hooded head upward, staring at the top of the sky scraper. He placed his two guns together, one at the end of the other, and in another flash of light combined them into their sniper form.
The strange, low whooping sound rushed into his pointed ears as he warped to the spot his eyes stared at, as high as he could see on the sky scraper. Once he had made it up, Xigbar knelt down on a single knee, while leaving the other raised with a foot on the ground. He rested his sniper on top of the raised knee, using it as a base as his single eye peered down the scope, scanning through the streets for his target. This was the much more effective way to search, after all. And if this way failed, he could always simply walk across the sky and look down the streets from above.
Come on out, Mister Master... I just want to play 20 questions.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2015 14:17:08 GMT -5
After departing the Realm of Darkness, Xehanort headed toward a World that was fresh in his mind. The World That Never Was. Darkness swirled around and formed into a giant oval in the dark city. The silver-haired Keyblader stepped out from the portal and into the city of Nothingness. While it might've been a city that teetered on the edge of Light and Darkness, it was very much a neutral ground. Memories of the World kept calling out to him. These particular memories were more fresh than he'd remembered. On one hand the memories of Xemnas' experiences were prominent, but so were the foggy memories. As he experienced in the Realm of Darkness he could remember being at The World that Never Was quite recently. The hooded men and the white room were the only two things that he could recall about his unknown memories. What were they and where did they come from? Perhaps Xehanort would find more memories at the abandoned World. It might've been Xemnas' memories that pointed him in the right direction, or it might've not been.
He looked at the tall and dark buildings. They were a bit reminiscent of the glowing blue structures in the Realm of Darkness. The World went through many changes throughout the years, but it was left a wreck after an all-out battle with Xemnas. That's all he knew. Usually the only inhabitants left were the Nobodies and Heartless because of the nature of the World. Xehanort walked through the streets of the city until he approached quite a large skyscraper. Golden eyes tilted up to survey the building from bottom to top. The skyscraper was a familiar area, but he held no recollection to its significance. Then his attention focused on the doors to the building. Is that where the white room is? Slowly Xehanort approached the two double-doors in front of the building. His hand grasped the handles as he tried to open the doors with a quick tug. They didn't open. If Xehanort could find the white room or one of the hooded men, perhaps his memories would return to him. Either that or he was hoping at least a fragment of his memories would return, something to help.
Another flashback hit him. Xemnas stood on top of the building as he looked down on Sora. This caused Xehanort to step backwards from the double doors, his head once again in pain from the conflicting memories in his Heart. Xehanort clenched his right fingers into a fist hard enough to slightly draw blood from his own hand. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to what he was feeling in his mind. A low, but audible, grunt was heard from the Keyblader. Nn! Another memory. Did this one belong to me? Or was it ..him? Shaking off his right hand he turned around and stepped toward the center of the area. His back was to the skyscraper has he looked at the row of buildings in front of him. Some of them were destroyed and other still stood tall. Once more he turned around to face the skyscraper and his gaze veered off to the left. There was a pathway that lead to more broken buildings and a rundown white castle in the background. That's where he would search for answers next.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2015 11:18:48 GMT -5
Age: Unknown (Approx. 35 to 40)
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After a few minutes of scanning the streets from his high vantage point, Xigbar did indeed spot his mark. Seeing that form was a blast from the past, something that kicked Xigbar's oddly disturbed nostalgia into high gear. It was that one who turned him into a Nobody, after such a long time of uncertainty, only to see the mystery grow even more curious when a familiar keyblade had stabbed him through the chest. Not great memories for sure, but when you lived the kind of life Xigbar did, you rolled with what you got.
Before the Freeshooter could form a grin, he noticed something about the man... Something in the way he walked. It was like he lacked purpose... Not too different than when he had found him and brought Ansem the Wise to him, all those years ago. Were his memories still not together, or was this a melodramatic act? As the young Xehanort approached the tall building Xigbar was perched upon and began to scan up it, for a moment, Xigbar thought himself made. He ducked back, leaning away from the edge of the building and dismissing his sniper rifle. He took a moment, waiting, listening with his keen ears. There was nothing.
Taking a risk, the Freeshooter glanced back over the edge, seeing the young Xehanort occupied with the door. Was he looking for something? That's it; a grin curved itself upon one edge of Xigbar's lips, realizing that the young man's memories were indeed jumbled still. If they were mixed around enough, well, it could prove quite useful to the Freeshooter in the future.
Xigbar warped down to ground level, about 8 feet behind the now-wincing and pained Xehanort. Hah, memories. They sure are a pain aren't they? Xigbar approached Xehanort, who still quite clearly hadn't lost his build in the various incarnations he'd seen over these many years. He was taller and more muscular than Xigbar, but that would hardly ever keep the Freeshooter from engaging. He approached him from behind and, lifting his arm high enough, planted his elbow rather forcefully on Xehanort's shoulder. "Heyyy, Mister Master! What's wrong? Memories a bit jumbled? Sensitive to the light? Little nauseous?" Xigbar grinned as he used his spare hand to pull his hood down, revealing his long, silver streaked hair held back in a ponytail, pointed ears, thin face, and eerie golden eye. "You're not hung over, are you?" Testing the boundaries yet again, Xigbar quickly and harshly clapped his hands together, without taking his elbow off of Xehanort's shoulder.
"As if, right?" The Freeshooter slipped his elbow down from the taller man's shoulder before quickly wrapping his arm around the other shoulder, giving him a forceful and invasive shake. Testing the limits was one of Xigbar's favorite activities, no matter who he was testing against. Part of the job, when it came to this particular man, too. "So Mister Master, what brings you to this neck of the woods, huh? And don't tell me you came all this way just to see little old me." Xigbar's tone was seeped in sarcasm, as it ever was.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2015 13:22:12 GMT -5
Before Xehanort could continue toward the buildings, he heard a familiar warping sound. It was in that moment he heard that grating voice. Now it wasn't like nails on a chalkboard kind of grating, but it was more of an annoyance. The voice was more akin to a bad memory than anything. His mannerisms were closely in-tune with how he talked and that was something Xehanort wasn't looking forward to. Something now was weighing down his shoulder and Xehanort could only guess who it was. His yellow eyes met Xigbar's singular eye with a cold stare. The stare was similar to the one when they talked in the castle so many years ago. Back then he kept going on about his own amnesia being a sick joke. always seeming to know more than he let on. Xigbar kept going on with his verbal diarrhea, bombarding Xehanort with a mix of sarcasm and questions. Once he was physically shaken by the man, Xehanort had enough. In one swift motion he shoved his whole body towards Xigbar to push him away.
"Enough." Short, sweet, and to the point. Xehanort turned to face Xigbar. "I've told you to call me Ansem!" He reached out toward Xigbar with his right hand, but caught himself in the in the act. Slowly he lowered his arm again and shook his head, like if he really was reliving a bad experience. His old memories were starting to mix with his current ones, which caused the lash out. "I go by Xehanort again." Xehanort had started to call himself by his true name again when the various memories took hold of his heart. Xigbar was someone that he really did remember, but so did the other memories. "Braig, was it?" He paused to recollect his thoughts. "No.. Xigbar?" The man he knew in the past was Braig, however his appearance told a different story. "My memories are worse than they were before."
If there was anyone he was going to get some answers from, it would've been Xigbar. While Xehanort saw him as an annoyance, he had fond memories of Braig letting him in on information that Xehanort apparently told him. So he was a confide and actually someone that he could consider a friend. "If I had come to just visit I would have brought ear plugs." Xehanort motioned his hand towards his ears as he spoke, making somewhat of a friendly jest towards the man in the coat. He pointed at the castle and then to Xigbar himself. But he wasn't really referencing Xigbar, but more of the coat that he wore. "Tell me what you know about the thirteen cloaked men in the white room." He paused again. "Or were these memories from the Nobody?" Xehanort spoke as if he was referencing someone else.
Previously before he split into a Heartless and Nobody, Xehanort remembered a plan of gathering Seven Lights and Thirteen Darknesses. Xigbar was among those Darknesses as well as himself. The apprentices of Ansem the Wise and a few other stragglers were meant to finish up the remaining factors, but that's all he remembered.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2015 13:01:40 GMT -5
Age: Unknown (Approx. 35 to 40)
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Having successfully pushed the limit, Xigbar removed his arm when Xehanort shoved him back, taking a few steps and spinning back around to face Xehanort. "Tooouchy." The Freeshooter teased as his golden eye spotted the snapping man's arm try to shoot up for him. Xigbar crossed his own arms over his chest, grinning mischievously at the other man's actions. His confusion regarding names and identities only further proved to Xigbar that he had no idea who he was... If the Freeshooter could play his cards right, that might prove useful.
As yet another name came blurted out, 'Xehanort,' Xigbar let loose a taunting chuckle. "You got any other names you want to throw out? How 'bout 'Another,' huh? Clever right?" As the tall, well-built man struggled ever so slightly to recall the Freeshooter's name. It proposed a good question in and of itself. The Freeshooter unfolded his arms, raising his right hand and gently running it across his eye patch. "Good question. Am I 'Braig'? Am I 'Xigbar'? Or am I just another 'Xehanort' after all? It's a mystery all right." His words, well chosen, hid within them a myriad of both questions and answers both. Unfortunately for the currently memory-impaired Xehanort before him, none of his words would help him. "Xigbar works for now." The Freeshooter finally answered. As Xehanort confessed that his memories had become worse, Xigbar was immediately suspicious of the claim. He'd dealt with that long enough to know that he couldn't trust either way...
If there was one thing he'd learned of the Xehanort issue, it was that if he was acting, he was a damn good actor. "Oh, yeah?" Xigbar offered a somewhat snide concern. "You'll have to tell me all about it, 'dear buddy'." He swept a hand across his hair, golden eye focusing in on Xehanort's face. From the way he acted, it did due service to his claim of not having his memories sorted, but... One couldn't be too careful. But as he expressed his mock concern, Xehanort sniped back with a joke, oddly enough. "Ouch. You should be more careful," Xigbar drew a circle over the left side of his chest, smiling wryly, "Words can hurt more than being impaled, you know." Xigbar spoke, in part as a reference to the lab incident. Figuring out whether or not this Xehanort remembered that yet would prove a useful bit of info to have.
Though ultimately, Xigbar returned his arms to their somewhat lazy slump, hanging at his sides, before turning his attention to where Xehanort pointed him. The broken down castle... Thirteen cloaked men, huh? 'Fraid that one hasn't quite come to fruition yet. Only 12 men, 1 woman so far. The meeting itself was interrupted. Xigbar kept his thoughts to himself, running through both his memories of Organization XIII and of the meeting for the True Organization, ruined by Lea. Though at the mention of Nobodies, Xigbar figured it was a memory from Xemnas. That was interesting... His golden eye drew back to Xehanort. You kept his memories? Who else do you have buried in there, Mister Master? In a typical show of talent, Xigbar warped beside Xehanort again, instead of simply walking. Giving the larger man an overly forceful pat on the back, he offered a sly, crooked grin.
"As if!" Xigbar blurted out. It was time to test how much Xehanort could differentiate his memories. "Those are your own, Mister Master! Part of the big plan, you know?" After a moment, Xigbar shifted his mouth from a grin to a look of mock concern, stepping away from Xehanort's side and waving his right hand at waist height, emphasizing his faked interest. "What, you really don't remember? The old man won't be pleased with that."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2015 13:51:26 GMT -5
Xigbar, huh? Thought Xehanort, when the sarcastic sniper responded. If he preferred to be called Xigbar, by chance he might have still been a Nobody. His outward appearance sure made that apparent. As always, Xigbar had kept up his snide repertoire. The various names that Xigbar had shouted out, including Another, didn't rub Xehanort the right way for some reason. Though usually it was just Xigbar's personality that would grate on him constantly. It seemed that Xigbar kept up his usual charade of dropping extremely sarcastic hints. Golden eyes watched as Xigbar drew a circle around where it seemed his Heart would be, commenting on how his words would hurt more than being impaled. A memory flashed before his eyes of Xehanort summoning his Keyblade and impaling Braig in the chest, releasing his captive Heart. That's right. Over twelve years ago that had happened, it was part of the plan. Unlike the other memories, this one didn't cause him to flinch or wince in pain. The memory was his alone and wasn't drawn from any of the others he had in his Heart.
Darkness swirled around Xehanort's hand and in a flash his Keyblade formed. You could tell it was Xehanort's Keyblade as its distinguished feature, the blue eye, was on the tip of the blade. It seemed like a very ancient Keyblade as it was all black and white, save for the blue eye, and it was quite jagged. In the middle was what seemed like the head of a demon or a bull. The amnesiac Keyblader pointed it exactly where Xigbar's finger was tracing. At first his face looked dead serious, like if he had enough of Xigbar's constant antics. "We could arrange that again." However that face soon turned into a smirk as he let the Keyblade disappear from his hand once more. It was a bit more of Xehanort's dark humor. Mostly all of his memories as an apprentice were intact, but there were a few that remained fuzzy. However he wouldn't be fully satisfied until he figured out where these other latent memories had came from.
In an instant, Xigbar had warped next to Xehanort again. Suddenly his back was assaulted by Xigbar's hand. That made Xehanort scowl at the Sharpshooter, giving him another cold gaze from his piercing Golden Eyes which met Xigbar's grin. He claimed that all the memories were his own, but were they truly? The people that he saw were quite distinctly different than how he looked, bar Xemnas and Ansem. It was then Xigbar had mentioned the old man, the old master. Another flash appeared in Xehanort's mind, which caused him to place his left hand over his face in pain again. He saw the old man standing in a desolate place with Terra, then again in the White Room with the Cloaked Men. Once the memories had passed he removed his hand from his face. Finally he truly remembered one thing. "Xehanort, the old master's name who I inherited." Was he part of the plan that Xigbar had filled him in on?
"I remember, Thirteen Darkness's and Seven Lights. Our original goal. You, the apprentices, and I were apart of that plan." Recited Xehanort, remembering a bit of their goal. "That was my plan, according to you." Xehanort walked forward to move a bit away from Xigbar, not wanting another unwanted pat on his back. He motioned his left arm to the side as he spoke. "This old man, this Xehanort. He was the one you were referencing back then wasn't it?" Once more he turned around to face the sniper, lowering his left hand. "I wasn't the one who told you that information to relay." Looking down, Xehanort place his right hand on his own chest. Silver hair started to droop down in front of him as he recollected more thoughts. "He might be the Key to unlocking my full memories. You speak as if he is still around?" He raised his head to look toward Xigbar, slowly stepping towards him as he let his right hand relax.
Once he had approached Xigbar he placed both of his hands on Xigbar's shoulders, the leather crunching in his tight grasp. "Tell me what I need to know."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2015 0:04:24 GMT -5
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The Freeshooter's single working eye was ever studious of the man before him. It watched the way he moved, the way his face shifted as he watched in turn, and the way he summoned his keyblade to speak. To Xigbar, it was clear he was not the old man, but nor was he Pebbles. He didn't seem to be a complete hybrid either... Like the Freeshooter himself, this man seemed to be something between the various points that made up who he was, or who he was meant to be.
As the Keyblade was summoned, Xigbar's eye watched it carefully... It was the third time that body wielded a Keyblade at him. The first was Terra himself, who took away his eye. Something the Freeshooter would never forget. The second was when the broken shell of memories that had called himself 'Ansem' struck him. That time, too, would not likely be forgotten. The men who wielded them were questionable, but... 'Key'...'blades', yeah. Hah, they're sure somethin' all right. The look of greed shining in Xigbar's eye was clear as day, but caged quickly. "How about no," Xigbar replied while helplessly waving his hands in front of his chest. While he was something unique now, he didn't want to test what he'd become with a stolen heart. As a few gears seemed to begin turning within Xehanort's mind, Xigbar continued his cautious studies.
"Something like that," he patronizingly replied, "I wouldn't say 'inherited.' It was more like you chose to keep it." At the mention of the Thirteen and Seven, Xigbar's thoughts shifted momentarily. They drifted on to whether or not the 'Seven' had been chosen by now or not. Or whether the plan would actually see fruition this late in the game, and with so many individual goals being thrown around as of late---His own not being the least of them. As the Xehanort before him now continued to struggle between parts within his memory, Xigbar shifted on his heels, leaning back against nothing, but physical standing as if some solid object were in fact behind him. Another trick of his abilities.
"They weren't the intended Thirteen, Mister Master... They were tests to see how the real plan would work out." Though he divulged a bit of key information this time, the Freeshooter knew sharing too much could be dangerous. He needed to lead the man on, the same as he always had... It was all about playing your hand at the right time. "And it failed. Too much was left unchecked. Too many whackjob variables," Xigbar spoke, of course, of Marluxia and Larxene, the traitors. As Xehanort continued to walk along Xigbar's metaphorical trail of crumbs, the Freeshooter continued to lay more out for him.
As he questioned whether or not Xigbar had indeed meant Master Xehanort before, the Freeshooter grinned crookedly, extending an arm out toward Xehanort's chest. The keybearer turned and walked away from him, giving Xigbar a few more feet of space. He extended his index finger and pointed his thumb upward, curling the rest of his fingers inward. He crafted a gun with his fingers, pointing it directly at Xehanort's heart, through his turned back. "That's right," Xigbar spoke as he toyed around with his 'line of fire,' honing in his aim as obviously as he could, even after Xehanort turned back around to face him. "The old man's around. Still sailin' on those big blue waves of destiny, if you catch my drift." Another clever ploy... This time referencing an obvious place, one key to Xehanort's history and perhaps the memories of this particular variation as well.
As Xehanort approached him, extending his arms to grasp Xigbar's shoulders, the Freeshooter's grin faded slightly. Silently, his extended index finger popped up, symbolizing a shot into the heart of the silver, spiky-haired man before him. Xigbar's back leaned forward, standing perhaps uncomfortably close to Xehanort for a moment, before he placed his hand up against his temple, giving it a tap as if gesturing to 'think.' He then stepped back, leaving Xehanort's arms to fall where they chose.
"Why don't you tell me what you really want to know." The Freeshooter spoke his words, not as a question, but as a statement. It wasn't forceful by any means, but demanding information would get him nowhere; "There's a lot I could tell you, but not all of it is useful, even if you 'want to know' it." He offered a taunting grin once again. "I could tell you that my eye still hurts. Why don't you try asking what's important, instead of dancing around the issues at hand, huh, Mister Master? I don't really have all day to stand around, shooting gulls with you, you know."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2015 20:37:40 GMT -5
As all the information came in, Xehanort backed off of Xigbar. Some of it he knew, some of it he didn't. Either or it definitely was a great refresher for Xehanort. He only took a few steps back, but that's all that he needed. Big blue waves of destiny..? Thought Xehanort as he immediately was reminded of Destiny Islands. Destiny Islands. I should extend my search there afterwards. It was the old masters former home world, that's what Xehanort remembered. There were very faint memories of Terra and Ansem there, however he couldn't form enough significance out of them. Each World that he explored kept pointing him toward another World to explore. There were a few more he had in mind before he wanted to run off to Destiny Islands, but at the chance of meeting the old master they might've had to be postponed.
Xehanort looked at Xigbar again. "That's right, they were tests." Xehanort spoke aloud, a bit out of order than what he was asked. Another memory hit Xehanort, but he didn't flinch. The Thirteen Cloaked Men were in the white room, but he was one of them. The other people that he saw in his memories were also there: The old master, Xigbar, Ansem, and Xemnas. So if they were truly still around that would mean there were more people that could help him recover who he was? Something, someone had to have the answer to his true memories and something that would unlock them. Maybe the old master would be able to help him regain what he lost through his Keyblade? When he met the blue haired girl he knew that he wouldn't dare attempt do that on himself, especially after Ansem the Wise probing around inside of his Heart already.
Xigbar was right, however. Even if he told him all the information he wanted to know, unless the memories clicked they wouldn't really do much for him. Xehanort was lucky enough to retain some memories when different events were mentioned to him. That's what puzzled him, why is that happening now? Was it the effects of something that had recently happened? After-all he remembered waking up as himself.. a bit more of a recursion than a rebirth. He work up with memories that possibly didn't even belong to him. Ever since the meeting with the blue-haired one he started to get more of these memory triggers that helped move long his amnesia. But why did only some memories cause him pain? Were they the memories that didn't belong to him? Were they meant to belong to him in the first place, or were they never meant to exist? They were answers that Xehanort had to find out.
"My memories." He placed his left hand over where his Heart would be. "I want to start where we left off with Ansem." Of course he was referring to the Wise and not the Seeker of Darkness. "When I converse with people that I interacted with, sometimes I remember and other times I do not." When he said I he was more talking about his collective self rather than himself. "That's what I learned from the blue-haired girl in the Realm of Darkness. She suffers the same fate as I do." Maybe that would've been enough to jog Xigbar's memory and finally help Xehanort remember more about himself and about the blue-haired girl.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2015 11:49:13 GMT -5
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Gears continued to turn and click into place, plainly upon Xehanort's face, as Xigbar quietly watched. As the keybearer seemed to recall something at Xigbar's mention of the tests, the false Organization, Xigbar solemnly nodded. That's right. They were tests. Tools. All of 'em. Heh... The old man sure is heartless, ain't he? Xigbar mused internally for a time. Wonder how long it'll be until we stop 'testing' and start 'doing.' It's already been 13 years, I'm getting bored. There were a lot of uncertainties, but in the end, it was something that, at this point, could be managed even without all the official pieces.
The worlds were linked through their darkness, the time of isolation was over. No more could people hide in ignorance like cattle in their pens. Darkness was about to shake everything up and make sure they were never the same again. "My memories." Xigbar turned his attention to Xehanort. "I want to start where we left off with Ansem." Xigbar's brow curved slightly in curiosity. What did he mean? That was an unexpected response. Even more curious were one and all of his following explanations. "Slow down, slow down." Xigbar casually waved his right hand to curb Xehanort's ramblings. This was getting complicated. It needed to be straightened out.
Xigbar raised a hand up, placing the tip of his middle finger to the tip of his thumb, quickly sliding them across one another to an audible snap. Light flashed about their area, sweeping their vision aside until the area appeared completely different. In the background, everything appeared inverted, and the two were isolated on a small chunk of the paved street, a mere 12x12 in width. Directly behind where Xigbar stood were the stairs that lead to the skyscraper, only they had been drastically altered. They were completely disconnected from the skyscraper, which now seemed as if it were miles away, as their new locale floated in a void of blackness with only a twisted city backdrop as far as the eye could see. The stairs were shifted into a makeshift set of bleachers.
Xigbar warped himself over to them with a 'whish', standing on the top most of the 3 serviceable steps. With another 'whish', Xigbar warped himself not only in location, but position. In the blink of an eye, he was laying on his side on the stair, head held up in the palm of his hand, as his elbow propped him up. He figured he might as well get comfy for this story... "Okay Mister Master. Why don't you start from the beginning with this? You gotta know by now," Xigbar pointed his free hand up to his own temple, giving it a gentle poke, "Everything up here is like a bunch of chopped up newspaper clippings mixed together. You want to know what's you and what isn't, start from the beginning."
Though Xigbar had only seen her at a distance, the fact that Xehanort had met with 'Aotori' again did confirm that she was as mixed up as she seemed. From the way he spoke, it seemed she didn't attack him, which meant something was obviously wrong there. Little Girl Blue would never have let Xehanort go unless there was something wrong with her head. That was good to know. A gear clicked in Xigbar's head. Something would need to be done about that... I wonder...Xemnas... Did you keep your little collection after all? Xigbar fought off the growing need to grin at the thought. At one time, he didn't know what Xemnas was up to in that room, but now he had a few ideas. But then, that would be something for another day.
"I'd heard about her. Ow-Tor-Ee, now, wasn't it? Yeah, she's more mixed up than an unsolved rubik's cube." Though Xigbar wouldn't really delve into Aqua's business unless he had to... He felt he might have to soon, with how involved the Xehanort before him was with her. "Don't concern yourself with her issues now, Mister Master. She'll get herself out of hell sooner or later." Xigbar had also heard about her dealings with Hades, so that made things complicated. Quite complicated. But, Xigbar turned his attention to Xehanort fully. It was almost like being a therapist and having his own practice at this point... "Enough about her. Let's focus on you. I can help you remember this and that from our time with Ansem, but let's narrow it down. What do you want to know?" Xigbar shifted his free hand to poke the left side of his chest, over where his heart would be, "I'm guessing it's the heart, right? What we did to yours? Might have something to do with why your head's as mixed up as it is."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2015 21:37:56 GMT -5
Xigbar's antics would never stop. As soon as he snapped his fingers, Xehanort knew something was bound to happen. The very earth underneath them changed and now they were just on a floating piece of land. Stairs were turned into bleachers and Xigbar used them as such. Silver hair swayed left to right when Xehanort shook his head, closing his eyes as he did so. His hair fell into place once he stopped shaking his head and he looked at Xigbar with his golden eyes. Now he wasn't really disappointed, but he was more amused at his "friend's" mannerisms. Start from the beginning? Xehanort placed his right hand underneath his left elbow and propped up his chin using his left hand. Deep in thought, Xehanort tried to remember who he was rather than who he thought he was. "Ansem, the Master, Xemnas, Terra, and myself." He was telling Xigbar everything he needed to know. "Back then, during our time with Ansem the Wise, the memory of Master Xehanort unlocked inside of me." His brow furrowed as he tried to think back more. "It confused me and my Heart tried to reject those memories, but it opened me up to enlightenment."
He let his arms droop down to his sides as he looked upward toward the distorted city around them. "I remembered my purpose and it corroborated with what you told me: the plan." He was referencing the Thirteen Seekers of Darkness and the Seven Hearts of Light. "However my Heart soon tried to reject all of those memories, including my name. Which is why I took Ansem's, to establish this new separate identity." His head tilted down and he met Xigbar's gaze with his own. "The strongest memories are my own, followed by the Master, Ansem and Xemnas. There are barely any memories of the one named Terra." After he finished speaking, Xigbar spoke up about the blue haired girl, Aotori. His right eyebrow perked when he mentioned to not bother with her business. There was something he knew, but he danced around the subject. Xigbar was on point with Ansem messing up his memories somehow.
"His meddling might have prevented me from regaining what was once lost." His hand moved into his pants pocket and he pulled out a journal. It was full of notes that he had recorded when he was under Ansem's watch. Clearing his throat he recited, "Once a Heartless and Nobody is vanquished, the full being is restored once more. It doesn't matter if the Heart was lost to Darkness and became a Purebred or was Captive and became part of an Emblem. As long as the Heart is released and the body is destroyed they will become one again, along with the experiences of the Heartless and Nobody." A thump was heard when Xehanort closed the journal and then stuffed it back into his pocket. "That was part of the research we conducted on Memories with Heartless and Nobodies ..as well as a memory from the Master."
Xehanort peered at Xigbar. "If I was truly restored, then why does my Heart reject the memories?" Darkness surrounded Xehanort's left hand as he faced it upward, showing a silhouette of Ansem: Seeker of Darkness. "I met this man, Ansem. As I found, meeting with him also restored a portion of my memories. Unlike last time, my Heart hasn't rejected them yet. My mind does experience shock upon initial restoration, however the restorations are never fully complete." The hologram disappeared as he motioned his arm to the left and then back down to his side, awaiting Xigbar's response.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 17:02:06 GMT -5
Age: Unknown (Approx. 35 to 40)
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Xigbar remained relaxed. He watched, waited, listened... Taking in the information. Each new piece of dialogue spread out from Xehanort's lips fitted together a new piece of the puzzle Xigbar was trying to finish. There were a fair few mysteries to be sorted through still, but the Freeshooter figured he had enough to wing the rest of the puzzle on his own by now.
Who was standing before him? 'Ansem.'
What memories did his heart recognize as his own? All but Terra's.
Would he outright be helpful? No. Not outright.
It was good to at least get some information regarding what happened in the lab, all those years ago. Though a part of Xigbar still doubted the truth to Xehanort's story. Someone who lied for a living could never be trusted completely, nor could they ever trust someone else fully either. It's what kept Xigbar alive now. His willingness to use anyone, turn on friends, or otherwise lie, cheat, and steal his way through life safely. At the end of the day, the last one left alive was the winner. Being a sniper only added to his belief that he could get by without needing to really put his neck on the line. So far, it worked.
Though Xehanort's reciting of the notes regarding their research did bring back a few memories in the Freeshooter's mind. He was never one for all the technical jargon, but his mind was keen and he had his uses in the experiments regardless. Not to mention that he was the one who started it all... Part of a smirk formed at the corners of Xigbar's mouth for a moment as he recalled his proposal to Ansem the Wise, before he forced it away. "Good times, good times..." Xigbar muttered under his breath.
As Xehanort finally wound down in his explanation and questioning both, Xigbar had started to fine-tune his theory. "Seems like you weren't fully restored," Xigbar started in, tone surprisingly serious compared to his usual jaunty volume and nonsensical ramblings. "Seeing as how Pebbles is still running around somehow, I'd wager...he probably still has most of that half of the equation." Though only a theory, it sounded plausible. Originally they were one body---And now both Terra and this Terra-Xehanort were running around simultaneously, leading to perhaps a 'paradox of ownership.' Each mind and body may have had a claim to it all, but the hearts were a different story. "Certain memories likely don't belong with your heart, not while the other heart is running around."
Xigbar extended his hand to his chin, running the inner section of his folded index finger along his jawline thoughtfully. His theory was solid enough when it came to Terra, but both Xemnas and the Heartless Xehanort were walking around, and they didn't break this Xehanort's heart like Terra... "Perhaps the reason your heart reacts well to the memories of Xemnas, the Heartless, and even the old man is because they aren't meant to be around anymore." In the present, both were eliminated already. They patrolled the worlds not by nature, but likely through some form of magic or time travel that allowed them to exist at current. If they were here due to some third party magic, rather than some freak reformation incident, it might explain why there were no clashing memories with them. "At least that's my half-baked theory." Xigbar rolled his shoulders in a shrug.
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