VII's Interractions

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Hurr, yes. An interractions page specially for The Organization's #VII himself~

Want some in-forest missions, or to assign a mission yourself? Converse or conspire with the former second in command? Annoy the heck out of Saix for no real reason? Moon him? Here's the place to do it! <3

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Rules:
1.) No one-liners. That saps my creativity completely.
2.) If you want to interract with a more OOC/cracked version of Saix, please let me know in OOC.
3.) It helps to know about the Kingdom Hearts series when interracting, but it's not a requirement.
4.) I can RP him both 'human' and 'deer' style. Tell me which way you want to go in OOC. X3
... that's about it. XD
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Up to Date Intro:


In the aftermath of the organization's change of management, the former second in command had become increasingly difficult to locate. Typically, he would be sighted either near the Old Oak, or beside the river formed by the crying idol's infinate tears beside the Fallen King. Other times, he would be near or within the Blue Bowl, or relatively isolated in the birch forest. No longer does he spend much time at the ruins, knowing that to be more the turf of the new "superior". Not being any kind of fan of the new ''uppers", he spends as little time as one can around them and their usual haunts, content to go without the nostalgic scenery that the ruins had once provided.

As for now, the Luna Diviner lays beside the running water, in his former superior's favored sunspot. The area had well grown on him. In the cool twilight, he holds his perpetual calm, though the nearing potential for the moon making an appearance leaves the potential risk of such calm breaking into savagery. For the moment, he is alone.

Do you approach?
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Almost completely opposite to

Almost completely opposite to Axel's relaxed position, Saix remains perfectly statuesque. Muscles tense, posed to stand in a hurry if nessessary. Of corse, this is typical of him. His eyes however hold no aggression. Perhaps if he had a heart right now, he'd want to appologise to his former best friend for those last days that led them to this forest. The series of betrayals on one side, and the hounding on the other... In the unspoken truth, he only had to continue to hold Xemnas's trust in the palm of his hand at that time, and it'd have been too dangerous to turn on him as well, even then. That, and keep Sora heading in the right direction to finish kingdom hearts. That was an unfortunate time at best.

But he never forgot how they were as somebodies.
From the ice cream to being kicked out of that castle by Xaldin's somebody.
He missed those times. Heck, he missed being able to relax and laugh.

He flashes a grin. "Well, who else can you trust to look out for you?" an attempted joke.
Had he really lost his sense of humor completely after becoming a nobody? Either way, he is trying.

Ears perked, he listens to Axel's idea. Once he finishes speaking, the luna diviner seems to relax slightly. "While I do have one concern, that does sound like a plan Lea. It's worth the shot." he agrees. "The concern though, is that there's a full moon soon. I might not fully be myself." he sighs, closing his eyes. "If we have to fight to pull this off, I'll need you to do me the favor of dishing out all you can if something goes wrong." he speaks quietly, concern barely making it into his near monotone.
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"That, would be nice." Saix

"That, would be nice." Saix states. He smiles a bit... barely a trace, but it is a smile. Or at least it's not a blank stare or grimace. He doesn't move as the fairy stands and moves to his side.

"No, it won't have to be lonely. It'll always have those like us." he agrees, turning his face toward the moon and closes his eyes, just enjoying the feel of the cool moonlight.

He figures it must be an interesting idea, to go out with a bang. His kind couldn't have that impact... no, they simply dissappear... their nothing existance, unexistance, becomes raw nothingness... Something that can't be comfortably explained. All it took, was to be injured well enough. They didn't die... they dissappeared.

He looks back at Tusse as he mentions hope that they'll be able to sing, and dance, before everything falls into nothing. "I do not doubt that you will."

"you're smiling" the fairy

"you're smiling" the fairy flicks an ear.
"is it a habit to pretend to feel what you cannot?" he questions softly, looking away once again.
"or do you do it to please others? to seem normal?..." a flick of his tail, sweeps over the stone.

if you do it for others. There's no reason to around me" he himself doesn't smile often.
"certain...feelings, are better felt than seen" he says simply.

"you don't? hm then you've made a promise not to go and die before then" his own smile is not light, not that of joy or merriment, it is more akin to a cat chewing on the wing of a bird.

"we fairies hold promises in high regards. Best not break it" a small laugh, though it's impossible to say what exactly he is laughing about. It holds little humour, but rather, the sound one might make while laughing about a past experience with someone recently deceased.
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"It is not usual for me to

"It is not usual for me to pretend..." he lowers his head slightly, expression falling back into it's typical icey calm. "But it does come from remembering what it was like." he explains. He doesn't shift his gaze anymore between moments of speech, at least for the moment.

"I will keep that in mind. I also do not intend to die any time soon." He speaks calmly as ever, with a voice as stiff and still as the gravestones around them. Moving again, he uncrosses his hooves and attempts to stretch out a bit without falling off the pillar. Such is somewhat difficult with his greater size in question, but it's pulled off none the less.

(failpost I know)

((it was a good post D<

((it was a good post D< ))

"nobody intends to die early" he watches the other shift.

"growing restless? you who dances for the moon, how you can bear to be still at all is a wonder" his own muscles are twitching restlessly, but he is far too willing to stay to bother running off as he might with others.

"you say you have no heart" his ears turn.

"does that mean your heart does not beat either? or is it a different heart that you mean?" his own gaze seeks the ground.

"do you bleed?"

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He gives a nod. The fairy

He gives a nod. The fairy could read him well. Of corse, nobody males are simple creatures.
"A good question." he responds, not having a solid awnser to how he could remain so still.
"No, nothing beats in this chest... No heart of any form. However, it seems I do bleed, while in this form." he responds to the following questions. In the past, he did not bleed... like the others, he just... dissappeared into dark emptiness.

He falls silent again for a time, returning his gaze to the moon. Soon, he finally stands and steps off the pillar. He takes a few business like steps away from the solid object, then closes his eyes.

Feeling the moon's power.

Starting slow, but not remaining for long, the luna diviner begins to dance.
Silent in his step, but active in motion, he could be compaired to moonlight itself.
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Well, who else can you trust

Well, who else can you trust to look out for you?

”Tch~” A sarcastic snort, and an aversion of green for just a moment. “Sora, clearly~”

It was a good question. Whilst he could certainly rely on Roxas, was it not the mentor's job to look after the student? That aside, the pair were often at loggerheads over offense and defense in certain situations, and sometimes matters required a more forceful approach than the blonde could possibly give. Xion was far too flakey. The others, with their fractured loyalties, weren't suitable. Saix and Axel were more upon a simitlar wavelength, the diviner in possession of a far more devious mind, without emotions to get in the way. When it came to this kind of thing, Saix was perfect. Like the stars at night.

Admittedly, Axel was hardly the innocent. He had chosen his path, to go after Roxas. That addicting sense of feel the blonde gave him, those many times beneath the streak of red. He knew Saix had been lodged between a rock and a hard place, but then, so had he. But, without hearts, there was no use dwelling on the past. Trust, would come to be affirmed. For now, this would do.

He could still practically feel the bruise from when they'd been chucked out on their asses. For a guy with a weakness to women's elbows, Xaldin sure did have mean upper body strength.

When Saix agreed to his plan, Axel’s grin returned. With their combined efforts, they’d be able to lead Xemnas off their trail. That grin was all but wiped completely when the diviner next spoke.

Why do I always get stuck with the icky jobs?

The flurry frowned, averting his eyes fully from the stag next to him. He’d remembered almost a similar demand coming from Xion. Why was he always expected to fight those he’d rather not? Even Axel had morals, and that went against one of the only ones he had. The fact that traces of concern... Worry, almost? Had made it into Saix’s tone made the fiery stag turn back, closing his eyelids over dulled lime, the flurry lowered his head to the ground, not particularly wanting to discuss what exactly he might have to dish out. He could read between the lines. And at this point, there didn’t seem to be an alternative.

“...There’s no taking that order back later.”

((GOD DAMN, LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DOWNLOAD.

Aaaand off I go to my second lecture. Sorry for the monologue replyyy~! ♥ Btw, I was thinking-should we discuss what’s going to happen? Shocked Is this going to be like an event thing, what with these two fighting, and Axel having to stop Saix going completely nutso?))

For a while the fairy is

For a while the fairy is content to watch, head bobbing every so often with the nobody's movement.
He wonders, for a moment, if it pleases the moon, he can feel his throat vibrate with his words, it's a language long since forgotten by any mortal creatures, something the fairies had eagerly taken upon themselves to keep alive, and in time, it was only they that seemed to bear any memory of it.

dance like moonlight come alive and voice like light turned liquid, he supposed that, if he were the moon, he would be pleased.

His tail flicks and jerks every so often behind him, keeping time to his voice, everything else around him besides the moon and the diviner himself may as well have crumbled to dust for all the notice he took of it.

Luna diviner indeed, maybe he was not so much singing for the moon alone as he was for the moon as the blue stag before him.

He holds them both in the same respect after all.
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Just what Roxas didn't want.

Just what Roxas didn't want. He could have handled watching Sora but Riku? Definitely not. Just thinking about him made that all too familiar feeling of rage rise up in Roxas's chest.
Odd. He was supposed to feel nothing, wasn't he? Maybe the sensation was all just a figment of his mind. Maybe he was just fooling himself.
"Yeah, fine," Roxas said, rather grudgingly, "I'll try to stay out of sight." And out of fights. With a soft sigh, he rose to his hooves and stretched each limb one at a time. Clearly, he was just wasting time now.
Before he left, the blond stag turned to Saix one last time. "Saix, something has been bothering me about that heartless," He paused, wondering if he should just forget about it and be on his way. Too late now.
"I don't think using my hooves and antlers alone will take it down. I think...for this one, I'm going to need my keyblade." He decided to wait just long enough to hear Saix's reply, or for an order to quit wasting time.

((late reply is laaaate))
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iv. A lone, limber figure






    iv. A lone, limber figure bended the tempos of the forest with his constant muttering of his discoveries in the forest, it wasn't like there was much here. He took note of everything that he found. The strange bodily reactions when eating the ripe fungus off of the healthy trees. The strange happenings when passing through a fairy ring. The strange things that happen here in this place. He wasn't one to be involved in such happenings, but it was too much to not be involved. With a snort and a scrape of the ground, he looked down and found a dandelion. Ears pressed back onto his skull as his blond hair falling like feathers over his shoulders. He huffed and growled at the small organism. He didn't care much for flowers, but he felt a connection with this species of flower. It was a weed. One that everyone plucked and killed, but here, it seemed that it belonged, even with the other flowers."Such a strange happanence. We are much alike." He mutters, a ear twitches as he moves his limber body around the small plant, leaning lower to sit next to it. He growled at himself, looking like an idiot talking to a plant, and better yet, sitting next to it. What a fool, he thought, I'll be the laughing stock of the organization.

    iv. Sure enough, just as he sat, he saw the figure that caused his skin to crawl. His ears pinned back and the shoulders twitched like it was shaking off a fly that was being a pest. He took in a deep breath and let it out in annoyance. He was never alone, not one day was he alone without another member to be present in the forest. Let alone the Lunar Diviner at that. He laid his head down and watched the figure though half-lidded eyes, his mind fuming for no real reason, but for finding out about why Axel had killed him in the first place. He grumbled and flicked his tail in annoyance, soon turning his head away and towards the dandelion, his thoughts soon returning to a calm creek instead of a raging ocean. He sighed. "I'm such an old fool." When he said that, he saw another figure, a blur in the distance who had made his way over to the Lunar Diviner. He narrowed his eyes and growled. Axel. Of course, they're together on secrets now a days. He wasn't surprised since his death was intentional. An ear twitched as he stared at the two, they seemed to be discussing something... But he wasn't going to simply get up and poke his nose in their business. No sir, he wasn't going to get himself killed again. For the moment, he was happy to be his normal self, other then the damned Infected form of his, where he turned completely into a mindless Nobody with the searing craze to devour hearts, hearts, and more hearts. He had escaped it once already, thanks to Roxas.

    iv. The little infection inside of him swiveled around like a raging eel. It's slimy, slender body coiled and flipped in his stomach that it made him wish he wasn't... Normal. If you consider yourself a member of an organization made completely out of human shells and no hearts not normal, then he didn't know what was. Other then having a heart and being his true self. Being Even again. In the lab, doing experiments and discovering new Elixirs and Potions to help those who fought for their freedom. No, now he had to collect data for the members so they could figure out weak points in their enemies and how to manipulate them into submission. That was all he was good for these days. None the less, Superior said that he would find him something to do. What is it that I could be useful for? He thought, Besides being a useless pawn without the instruments that I need in order to carry out my usual duties. He continued to watch the two, not sure if he was going to be noticed or if he was going to have to go over and say 'hello'. Not that he wanted to, but it was considered... Humane.

    iv. Now, now, there wasn't a need to be thinking such rash things, Vexen. No need at all. He thought to himself as he let out a sigh. He couldn't stay mad at his own comrades forever. After all, he was stuck with them until he was killed off again, or some 'accident' happened. He shrugged off the thought of dying yet a third time. he wasn't in the mood for such thoughts, after all, he was glad that Roxas understood that he needed help to be freed for the horrid infection that he was under. Or whatever it was. For now, it was considered an infection. It crawled, it burned, it fed, it hid itself inside. If he could, he was experiment on himself just to see what it was and if he was going to pass it on to the other members of the organization. It was highly unlikely, he concluded, that I would pass such a thing on. It's inside me, how it got inside, I don't know. Nor do I want to know for that matter. He shivered at the many thoughts that invaded his mind on the subject. With another deep breath, he let it out loudly now, the dandelion bending at his breath. It looked like it sparkled, his breath being cold and his ability was to summon ice, after all. He was the Chilly Academic. Sometimes wit wasn't all you needed.

    iv. A hoof slipped in front of the other as he pushed his head off of the ground. It was starting to feel... Scratchy? Feelings, should he even be having them? With a huff, he picked himself up from the company of the dandelion and turned slightly to the left, so he would be walking at an angle away from them, but still making his way to the pond. Somehow the water beckoned at him with it's rippling surface and sparkling face. Hoof after hoof, he slowly made his way to the pond, his eyes focused only on the pond, he wasn't interested in what the two Nobodies were gossiping about or what they were plotting. If he could, he would tell the Superior and be useful to him for once. He grinned at the thought, he would much like that. To be useful. Yes, oh how he wanted that to be a reality instead of a fantasy. Not that it was one. His mind rolled around the topic and he felt proud and strong again with every step he took towards the pond. When his hooves touched the surface, it shattered as he waded in. He lowered his head and took a few gulps. It ran icy cold down his throat and it hushed the ferocious lashing of the eel slumbering inside.
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Though the concern seemed to

Though the concern seemed to remain, Saix shrugged. He'd have his arms crossed, if he still had arms. Watching Axel, the Luna Diviner is compelled to completely dismiss the possiblilty he had mentioned. Though he really had some level of unease for what might occur, he could attribute such to being around the paranoid members too often, too long. Maybe it would work out for him to just vent on a tree or something beforehand.

"Lea, don't worry about it. I'm probably around Xemnas too much. Next thing you know, he and Xigbar will be making tin foil hats and hiding under the stone bridge, begging for us to keep out of their heads." he scoffs, unimpressed at the higher numbered members gradual decline. It is funny though, that in a way, they are in their heads. The behavior of their leader and number 2 was becoming borderline embarassing, if a nobody could be embarassed.

"We should be able to pull it off without any... side effects. I just hope you'll be ready to act in the odd chance that you need to." he keeps his eyes on his former best friend. He knows the damage the both of them are capable of dishing out. The last thing he would want to do is go too far and force the other nobody to dissappear.

How he'd hate to know that he was sounding like the puppet at the moment. In fact if the idea came to him he'd probably retract every last word in a heartbeat. Not that he has a heart. His eyes brighten as a simple solution dawns on him like an epidomy, concern dropping off the nobody's mind next to instantly. "At best, we'll have to keep our 'fight' short and sweet. Just long enough to be convincing." he resolves, closing his freezing yellow eyes for a moment.

An ear flicks, almost as if agitated by something. Sharp yellow eyes turn away, looking into the forest. He could swear he heard something, or someone. Whoever it was had dissappeared. eyes narrowing slightly, he snorts and relaxes again. Did an untrustworthy member of the organization spot them? He couldn't say for sure.

(hehe, well I'm debating having him snap toward the end for only a few minutes if it takes very long. <3 In which case Axel would need to really work to not get impaled. XD;;;
My origional idea was that he'd try to get Axel to fight him like there was an intent to kill, to make it really convincing. DUNNOYET*HIDES*
That sounds like a lot of fun really... having him go nuts. XD; A good kick to the head might fix him though. XD)


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I'll respond to the rest tommarow. XD; I is tired.
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Words that could not be

Words that could not be literally understood, though spoken threw ages to please the moon. Words of light metaphorically becoming liquid, perfectly blending with the steps guided by the moonlight. As if inspired by the combination, the luna diviner continues to sway, turn, and stride with the moonlight. Moonlight, and the shadows formed by the trees and pillars of the ruins that are cast by the nocturnal light. Shadows, that dance with each breath of the wind.

Drivin by the reflective light and tiny creature's voice, his pace gradually increases, and dancing steps become more elaborate yet free. A perfect contrast to his usual stillness and self restriction. Without care, at least for the rare moment.

Perhaps it helped to not be under the watching eyes of the organization for the moment. Who else, after all, would be awake at such an hour as this?

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I dunno. XD
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Saix turns his head to follow Roxas as he starts to leave. Ears flick lightly as Roxas expresses his own concern on facing the giant heartless. He nods once. "You should wait until you're able to summon your keyblade again before looking for it. We can't afford for you to be reckless." he states. He snorts, then slowly comes to a stand. "We need to know exactly how Riku, Kairi, and Sora made it here. Listen into whatever conversations they might have, and see what you can learn. You may have Demyx help you with this... He's best for this kind of mission." he adds.

It watches, oh it could have

It watches, oh it could have watched for hours.
But eventually its voice comes to a slow, soft halt as its song ends, ears twitching slightly before going still, like the wings of a dieing butterfly.
"you dance most wonderfully, as fine, if not better, than any fairy I've seen"

He is being honest, Fairies are not known to lie when it comes to compliments or other such things, there's no reason to, they are very blunt with such things in fact.

an antennea twitches, curles, then returns to normal, as if tasting the soft winds for any sign of deer attempting to sneak up behind it.

but there is nothing. And he is content.
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Eeep Zergyyy, I apologize for

Eeep Zergyyy, I apologize for not replying to this today-the thread actually wouldn't load for me, it kept saying drupal error! D: It did this on a few other threads too, it was so irritating D: So like, yah. Sadly won't get a chance to reply to it tonight, but will try my best to do so before tomorrow night when I hafta go out. If not, DEFINITELY SUNDAY. I'm so way too keen for the awesomeness of this looog, aouisdf THIS IS WAY TOO MUCH FUN.

♥ ♥ ♥ Hope you're well, missed ya today Laughing out loud
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“Yanno,” Giving a snort at

“Yanno,” Giving a snort at the vision, Axel rolled his eyes. It was somewhat disappointing, the lack of a fight the other members were putting up. He could sense Saix’s frustration. Whatever little respect the fiery stag had held for the hierarchy was crumbling fast-at this rate, the upper-ups would overthrow themselves, and that was no fun. “That’d probably make them seem more sane. Don’t you go losing whatever marbles you have left on me, now, Isa~”

With icy orange watching him intently, Axel’s gaze slipped away again, unable to meet the other’s eyes. Axel could look after himself, but when Saix was in his enraged state, it was almost unstoppable. Like a tidal wave against a wooden shield. Like the actor he was, he put his grin back in its place, giving a confident toss of his head and lashing his tail restlessly, eagerly.

“You know me. Won’t be rid of me that easy.”

After all, the diviner was slow. Axel, on the other hand, was swift, speedy, like a brushfire tearing through fields of dry grain. But, whilst it all worked in theory, the practical application was always different. He didn’t particularly feel like fading away again, or having the blood of his close ally smeared upon his hands.

But, he was used to this. Controlled fights were one of the things he did best.

“Sounds like a date~”

Whilst Axel had been at ease, relaxing, even with his eyes closed for most of the duration of their meeting, he had been alert. Heightened senses were a given with the job description of ‘double agent’, and he had sensed someone not too far off. Sharp green had caught a glimpse of familiar long dirty-blonde locks, and the flurry’s knowing smirk had inched wider, sharp whites glinting in the sun-streaked clearing. When Saix seemingly perked up before snorting and relaxing again, Axel allowed his slender neck to lower his head back to the ground, dusty red lashes brushing closed, that smirk still in place.

“Vexen. Hardly a threat that cannot be handled if necessary.”

((SCRATCH THAT, had a few moments to spare so I cooked this up quickly. I hope it’s not too bad~! :B Tee hee, that actually sounds pretty fun-gives me a chance to try out determined super-speedy Axel moves, so we don’t end up with self-bbqing kebabs. And hay, that actually sounds really epic! Laughing out loud I like that idea! Something really massive and convincing, so that all the suspicion is wiped, and they can go back to their supersecret meetings :B

I think it sounds super fun too! Laughing out loud Tee hee! Oh lawd, Saix’s one weakness=hoof to the head. X MARKS THE SPOT *shot* ♥ Whatever happens, I’m sure these two can handle it! ♥

BTW SNAIL. THAT. WAS. EPIC. Just, wowzah ♥ YOU ALREADY KNEW I LOVED IT THOUGH Laughing out loud Poor Vexen. BLAME SAIX *points* Laughing out loud))
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As the song draws to it's

As the song draws to it's finale, the diviner ends his dance. Again he seems statuesque, even formal. Business-like.
Perhaps if he had a heart, he would be very flattered by the fairy's words. He turns to face Tusse, bowing his head lightly, like a performer would to an audience.
Unemotional, and rather new to the concept of faries, he could not have possibly grasped just how high of a complament he had been given.
He slowly returns to the pillar, and retakes his seat.
"You have an inspiring voice, Tusse. Better than any other I've heard." he complaments.
Words that he easilly could call true, as they did drive his step so a good degree. Perfection of words to voice, even though in a language he could not understand. Yes, he too spoke truth.

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Eeeeeeeeee~
I'll respond to yours on Sunday Zebbiiieeeee.
I'm in a time pinch lol. XD;
Heading out of town for a bit.

((lolflattered)) The fairy's

((lolflattered))

The fairy's head dips slightly, honored by the compliment.
"thank you" he states softly. "your words mean much" his tail flicks, curling up again upon the stone.
He is unwilling to leave the nobody, though his eyes fall half closed as he dozes.
He trusts the nobody, which is odd for him above all else.

Maybe it's because he is so like the moon.
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iv. It was then that the


    iv. It was then that the other felt he was being talked about. He didn't quite like the feeling that he was being talked about behind his back. His ears moved in a circular motion like a radio dish trying to pick up the UFO signals from space. He heard a few whispers, but just continued to lap at the water, lifting his maw fom the clear pond water, he gave it a little shake, acess water fell and returned to its home below, but doing so with a swan dive. The other felt content as he stood there, staring at his reflection of his new self. He wasn't sure if he liked this mask, it did look like he was hiding a horrible secret, not that he was or anything. With a huff he quickly stampped a hoof onto the reflection, causing it to wiggle and shatter, like broken liquid glass. He let a small smile creep on his face when he saw a fawn staring at his reflection, but on his reflection was grown antlers. With a tilt of his head, he shook his head. Imagination wasn't reality, unless you let it take over your reality. A slow pivot and he was slowly walking back to his usual spot, or any usual spot that held dandelions.

    iv. For some reason, he felt like he wanted to go over and say a fine 'hello'. But due to previous events, he was fighting something in him, and he wasn't going to give up his nobody body so easily. He casted an emerald glance at the two and nodded his head in greeting. If they saw, that was fine, if not, he didn't care. He was of no use here anyway. Nothing to do, nothing to experiment on. Nothing. Just... Nature. And sometimes too much nature would make you insane. But on the good side, nature was good. There was fresh life, the air tasted sweet on one's tonuge, the light was soft on the eyes, easy on the mind. Vexen didn't mind being here, not one bit.

    iv. The squirming feeling inside made him wonder if when he was brought to life here... Did a part of him get left behind? Did something important become lost? This he wanted to know, but he was going to have to find the answers for himself. He already know that he didn't have a heart (which he really wished he had, then things wouldn't be so confusing.), and maybe a part of his mind? Or an important vital organ? He didn't know, but he knew he was missing something. At least he knew that if one taunted him too much or was even just playing, the squirming eel in his stomach would slither up his throat, causing him to choke on air, causing his nobody body to die, to give birth to the monster that wanted so badly to take over. It seemed that whenever he entered this state, he wouldn't remember until he would see who he was under. Roxas was the first to sucessfully get him out of his first struggle, waking to an angry Roxas. He felt so ashamed of attacking an important member of the organization, but it couldn't be helped. Of course, he ran off with his tail tucked between his legs. He was not sure if Roxas would forgive him, not that he would.

    iv. Now, as he made his way back to the dandelion patch that sat straight ahead of the pond, he caught wind of many other deeries, but didn't bother to make out who was who. With a snort, he lowered himself on the ground, laying his head on the soft bed of grass, inhaling the smell of the weeds that sprouted freely here. Eyes closed slowly, casting dark shadows over the pair of emeralds until they were chared black. With this, he rested, his ears moving about, his mind wandering, and his eyes seeing the darkness. The sways of the branches caused the dances of the sunbeams to shift across the ground, making a motion picture without sound behind his eyelids, causing him to smile once in a while and let out a soft hum in amusement at what the shadows made. It seemed to be telling a story, one that he wasn't familiar with, so he just made one up to go along with it.

    iv. "A princess is dancing in the snow with nothing but a thin dress. She twirls, thinking she's far from the pond's edge, but she's wrong. Oh, she took a step and thought that she was on the ground, but no, she has broken the ice." His brows furrow at this moment, but they return to normal. "She falls in, the water's icy cold, but what's this? A vagabond comes and pulls her out of the water, her ample body shivering, her teeth clatter. The man sadly says he doesn't have anything to warm her up, but the princess doesn't care. She asks if it would be alright if she just let him hold her. The man wasn't sure if it was a good plan, but agreed to it. There they sat, in the snow, the two of them. Arm in arm, feeling the warmth of one another." A sigh escapes his lips as he lets out a soft chuckle, a dandelion bends at the weight of the breath. "A few months later, they're standing under an arch of dandelions, hand in hand. A priest now pronouces them husband and wife. Now king and queen. What a happy ending. If only mine ended that way." He let out another sigh, his eyes opening to be face to face with a dandelion, but it wasn't like the others. It had started to wilt, closing up it's leaves, the top turning a slight dirty yellow. He looked at if for a long while and just closed his eyes again, snuggling into a tight ball. He felt so alone and out of place.

    iv. The shadows of the oceans and trees had fingers. Long, long fingers that raked the ground, hiding eveything in a sooty grave. They now laid upon the shivering deer that sought protection from the sunlight but the sunlight was no match for the claws as the sun shifted, moving slowly each hour to kiss the horizon a good night as the moon would then awaken and shine the night world with their sun. Tonight wasn't going to be much different, if they did have a night here. It was odd that he heard that it would remain day for weeks, until one day it would be night, or even a heavy fog would settle in.
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(*falls over from

(*falls over from epic*)

Saix lets out a slightly worn out sigh, closing his freezing yellow eyes for at least the moment. [=aqua]"Can't have that now, can we." He states calmly, in regard to making the crazies look sane. The way the diviner figures, the higher ups would have to work to reclaim their air of sanity theirselves, or crumble over their own paranoia and disease. He would have no part of the madness. No part in the paranoia.

He may be subject to the lunacy the moon may give, but would not be touched by anything else.

He opens his eyes again the next time Axel speaks, yellow turning toward green. "I would hope not." he notes, flicking an ear lightly to bat away a pesky wasp. The flowers lining the area seemed to attract them a bit too readilly.

Looking back, he could finally spot Vexen himself. Vexen... such a sorry condition he had gotten into. Perhaps he could be used though. If not, well... they could easilly repeat the past, or let him deteriorate on his own. "He does know too much from the past though. He is a risk in spilling too much information." he acknowladges. He could easilly keep an eye on the academic. There was no reason for him to worry, so he doesn't.

At least unless he sees Vexen getting too close to Xemnas.

He returns to watching the gradual sunset. Strands of bright red still lace the darkening blue sky, leading into brilliant gold at the horizion line. Finally over the line of trees, that great white orb enters view. In truth, it's not uncommon to see the sun and moon at the same time, if you know where to look.
In a way, he and Lea were much the same. For the organization, they could be called the sun and moon. Seemingly opposites...
But the moon cannot be seen without the sun.

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ooc: EEP, late response is

ooc: EEP, late response is late.

Ic: The nobody nods lightly.
"You are welcome."
He slowly lowers his head to his hooves, allowing himself to relax. So often, he had to remain stiff and alert around others, for one reason or another. Between risks of being attacked, or having to stand quickly to defend or attack another, it's rare for the nobody to trust company so much.
This one, he had decided, would maintain trust.
Trust, bound in moonlight.