05-24-2018, 11:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-24-2018, 11:49 AM by Xehanort.
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Loathe as he was to admit it, the old man Xehanort much preferred the oppressive, choking silence of being in Omni's presence while in the darkness than the stark glare of white everywhere. While a fan of contrast and even using white in his own designs, this all felt like a bit much. Shielding his golden eyes, the old man dared look upward to see if the source was a sun or not. Upon finding out the light simply 'was', there was an irritated churning in his stomach.
'This light isn't a purity. Rather, a malformed idea of what purity is.' He thinks to himself, content with standing by the fountain with one arm behind and the other stroking his goatee. "And yet... there is quite the potential in such a place. To be a prime, even an insignificant person will have advanced beyond most human limitation. Fascinating..." His voice trails off, a slight echo as it bounces off the fountain. There was another long pause as he got to thinking of what was shared with him. Knowledge of this mystical substance to create and that all things came from.
But first thing's first. Holding out his hand, the old one summons forth his keyblade, giving a disappointed 'tch' as it fails to appear before him. "Seems as though I'll need to work on that. Getting rusty, you geezer." He mocks himself with a smirk. The next test was his usual dominion over the Heartless. He had noted that there was a measure of patience needed when creating something from nothing. No ravenously hungry darkness in the immediate area. And so, he extended his hand outward, focusing on the image of an enveloping darkness. And yet...
While he remained focus, he couldn't help but think of a pleasant jingle. Perhaps it was the willingness of standing in silence for so long and a yearning for some entertainment. Perhaps it was a little part of him considering that maybe he could change himself. Just a moment of whimsy. However, the pleasant jingle sticks with him throughout his focused conjuration. He gets a frown upon his face, closing his eyes to try and drive the chime out until...
*jingle jingle*
Calmly peeking a single eye open, he's almost caught off guard by the presence of another before him. Pale skin. Short, black hair. Golden eyes gazing upon him with a friendly look behind them. And forefront to it all, an amusing little bell, stylized to appear similar to a Red Nocturne. To best contain his own surprise, he just holds the silence while gazing upon this... heartless? That is, until she insistently rang the bell in his face again, as though seeking to draw him out of his trance.
"Right, I'm here." He says quickly, getting an amused smirk out of the newcomer. "And just what are you supposed to be?" He wasn't a patient sort usually, but this had him intrigued. As he questioned her, his arms would casually cross behind his back into his usual posture. Before him, the freshly made heartless gave an exaggerated bow before producing further bells from somewhere upon her person. With careful and precise movement, she played a little song with the bells. The same little song that had been looping through his head. "So a Heartless, as I summoned. Who plays bells, as I thought. It seems as though focus is the key to summoning here." He comments before idly patting this one on the head and getting a delighted look from her. The old man would once more drift into thought, idly keeping his hand there. In truth, his mind was racing at the sheer possibility of it all. To create something that wasn't just a mindless heartless, and not having to use a gratuitously powerful heart, was fascinating to him. And he would remain locked in thought until the new one brought him back to present with an insistent jingle of her bells.
"Hmm? Oh, I haven't named you yet, have I?" He questions before stroking his goatee. "Let's call you.. Ximche." He resolves, getting a more paternal smile to him. The naming seemed to take well, making the darkling give out a soundless glee of delight. "But for now... let's start ourselves moving." He comments before starting to focus. Something basic, like a carriage. No need for horses, as magical propulsion will do. He would breathe a sigh of relief as this came much quicker, showing that such a thing was far less complex than creating new life. Once complete, he would step himself into the carriage, beckoning Ximche in after him before setting the carriage on its way to the southeast. He was, by no means, in a hurry; letting the wagon start at a leisurely pace while closing his eyes to rest, letting the bell one play her songs to help him drift off into a lazy nap.
'This light isn't a purity. Rather, a malformed idea of what purity is.' He thinks to himself, content with standing by the fountain with one arm behind and the other stroking his goatee. "And yet... there is quite the potential in such a place. To be a prime, even an insignificant person will have advanced beyond most human limitation. Fascinating..." His voice trails off, a slight echo as it bounces off the fountain. There was another long pause as he got to thinking of what was shared with him. Knowledge of this mystical substance to create and that all things came from.
But first thing's first. Holding out his hand, the old one summons forth his keyblade, giving a disappointed 'tch' as it fails to appear before him. "Seems as though I'll need to work on that. Getting rusty, you geezer." He mocks himself with a smirk. The next test was his usual dominion over the Heartless. He had noted that there was a measure of patience needed when creating something from nothing. No ravenously hungry darkness in the immediate area. And so, he extended his hand outward, focusing on the image of an enveloping darkness. And yet...
While he remained focus, he couldn't help but think of a pleasant jingle. Perhaps it was the willingness of standing in silence for so long and a yearning for some entertainment. Perhaps it was a little part of him considering that maybe he could change himself. Just a moment of whimsy. However, the pleasant jingle sticks with him throughout his focused conjuration. He gets a frown upon his face, closing his eyes to try and drive the chime out until...
*jingle jingle*
Calmly peeking a single eye open, he's almost caught off guard by the presence of another before him. Pale skin. Short, black hair. Golden eyes gazing upon him with a friendly look behind them. And forefront to it all, an amusing little bell, stylized to appear similar to a Red Nocturne. To best contain his own surprise, he just holds the silence while gazing upon this... heartless? That is, until she insistently rang the bell in his face again, as though seeking to draw him out of his trance.
"Right, I'm here." He says quickly, getting an amused smirk out of the newcomer. "And just what are you supposed to be?" He wasn't a patient sort usually, but this had him intrigued. As he questioned her, his arms would casually cross behind his back into his usual posture. Before him, the freshly made heartless gave an exaggerated bow before producing further bells from somewhere upon her person. With careful and precise movement, she played a little song with the bells. The same little song that had been looping through his head. "So a Heartless, as I summoned. Who plays bells, as I thought. It seems as though focus is the key to summoning here." He comments before idly patting this one on the head and getting a delighted look from her. The old man would once more drift into thought, idly keeping his hand there. In truth, his mind was racing at the sheer possibility of it all. To create something that wasn't just a mindless heartless, and not having to use a gratuitously powerful heart, was fascinating to him. And he would remain locked in thought until the new one brought him back to present with an insistent jingle of her bells.
"Hmm? Oh, I haven't named you yet, have I?" He questions before stroking his goatee. "Let's call you.. Ximche." He resolves, getting a more paternal smile to him. The naming seemed to take well, making the darkling give out a soundless glee of delight. "But for now... let's start ourselves moving." He comments before starting to focus. Something basic, like a carriage. No need for horses, as magical propulsion will do. He would breathe a sigh of relief as this came much quicker, showing that such a thing was far less complex than creating new life. Once complete, he would step himself into the carriage, beckoning Ximche in after him before setting the carriage on its way to the southeast. He was, by no means, in a hurry; letting the wagon start at a leisurely pace while closing his eyes to rest, letting the bell one play her songs to help him drift off into a lazy nap.