[sigh.]

[giveintothedark.livejournal.com]

[don't stand near that one bookcase in the library-- a sword about seven feet long plants itself on the floor, the hilt far out of reach, near the individual who wields it, leisurely reading the play Loveless on top of said bookcase.]

"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess. We seek it thus, and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface, the wondering soul knows no rest."

Hmm.

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[thesilentartist.livejournal.com]

(oh hey it's-)

[thesilentartist.livejournal.com]

(-not the Sephiroth she knows)

[giveintothedark.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow, gazing down idly at the girl watching him]

[thesilentartist.livejournal.com]

(oh right that probably looked weird :|)

Sorry, I mistook you for someone.

[giveintothedark.livejournal.com]

Oh, really?

[he's behind you. fwoosh. feathers everywhere.]

How so?

[thesilentartist.livejournal.com]

(well, t-that was just a bit unsettling, turns around)

There's another version of you I know.

[giveintothedark.livejournal.com]

What a fascinating prospect.

What are they like?

[thesilentartist.livejournal.com]

Well...he's pretty nice, and...uh...nice to talk to, I guess.

(he's sane it's a good thing she's a nobody, because those well-practiced acting skills come in handy when hiding a crush :|)

[giveintothedark.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

[sephiroth has a certain flair for seeing into the hearts of others, specifically the darkness within them. he's a heartless; he knows what she is.]

So you're one of the white ones.

[thesilentartist.livejournal.com]

(blinks)

You mean...a nobody?

[giveintothedark.livejournal.com]

I suppose that is the term, though I have little experience with your kind.

Only Dusks that impede my way, and suffer for it.

[darkenly.livejournal.com]

[lol comes over to visit- was actually curious if you left or not]

Well that answers that question.

What are you reading?

[giveintothedark.livejournal.com]

[remembers you of course, not quick to forget he finally gained a keyblade.]

Loveless. It is a play, from another world.

[darkenly.livejournal.com]

A play called Loveless?

Sounds like a tragedy...or Romance...or both.

[giveintothedark.livejournal.com]

It would seem you're correct.

[steps forward, each tmp tmp of his boots making his many wings flutter slightly.]

I suppose I have neglected your pact, haven't I.

Shall I make it up to you... perhaps there's a good crowd of strong people whose hearts I can devour...

[darkenly.livejournal.com]

It's not like I got much of pact usage from my past wielders so I wouldn't sweat that.

Well I think we could maybe find some people to unlock, sure.

[giveintothedark.livejournal.com]

[smirks and holds out his arm, holding the dark keyblade fondly and smiling as it lengthens in proportion to his other sword.]

Have you ever felt so powerful?

[darkenly.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't I be asking you this? A heartless wielding a keyblade, must be amazing for you.

But I can't say I have, not since my creation.

[giveintothedark.livejournal.com]

[he shakes his head for a moment]

All things are relative. I do not measure myself by 'strength'... whatever is in my way, I cut down. whatever shines against me, I snuff it out, like the flame of a candle.

Let's go.

[and they're off to kill some random npcs]