05-27-2018, 12:01 AM
Xehanort relished in the familiar rush of travelling through a gate. It actually felt quite invigorating to simply 'be' in a new place so suddenly. From behind him, the curious little Heartless Ximche would emerge and peer out around the dark master at the surrounding terrain. And almost immediately, the lack of color seemed oppressive in nature. It was as though the world itself was washed out with the moor's muddy waters, taking on a drab, grey hue.
"Even the realm of darkness is more interesting than this place." Xehanort finally comments upon the appearance of this land, getting a surprised look from Ximche. The old man straightened out, holding out a hand to focus on getting their carriage back up so as to keep them out of the dirt. Once it was back into being, they both enter and it's back along its creaking way. He had it following the most basic of paths, intent on drawing it to the nearby town. Depressing. Dreary.
Yet, even as they approached, Xehanort could feel the sheer POWER of Pale Moors welling up. So many hearts; lost, confused, angry. So many potential Heartless. And so, as the carriage approached, he would seize the weakest and give them the simplest of uses as Shadows. Slipping through cracks, hiding in the darkness cast from the once magnificent buildings. Quiet and stealth, so as to not draw attention. Only watching for now. They weren't the most intelligent, but even the most basic of information would be of use to Xehanort.
As the wheels of the carriage met with the cobblestone streets, he couldn't help but notice how.. empty this place felt. Not for lack of people, but lack of will. As his gaze would rest upon an individual, it was as though looking at the previous person. All of them worn from what the world threw at them, but a ridiculous determination to keep pushing through. It spoke for how resolute humans could be. Or how incredibly stupid they were. Either way, he soon grew weary of the same look in each person's eyes, and turned to gaze upon Ximche.
"Perhaps you should lighten the place a little. Play us a little song?" He muses, a smile cracking on his lips as his carriage rumbled its way down the street slowly. And only a moment later, the bells would start to play a tune.
"Even the realm of darkness is more interesting than this place." Xehanort finally comments upon the appearance of this land, getting a surprised look from Ximche. The old man straightened out, holding out a hand to focus on getting their carriage back up so as to keep them out of the dirt. Once it was back into being, they both enter and it's back along its creaking way. He had it following the most basic of paths, intent on drawing it to the nearby town. Depressing. Dreary.
Yet, even as they approached, Xehanort could feel the sheer POWER of Pale Moors welling up. So many hearts; lost, confused, angry. So many potential Heartless. And so, as the carriage approached, he would seize the weakest and give them the simplest of uses as Shadows. Slipping through cracks, hiding in the darkness cast from the once magnificent buildings. Quiet and stealth, so as to not draw attention. Only watching for now. They weren't the most intelligent, but even the most basic of information would be of use to Xehanort.
As the wheels of the carriage met with the cobblestone streets, he couldn't help but notice how.. empty this place felt. Not for lack of people, but lack of will. As his gaze would rest upon an individual, it was as though looking at the previous person. All of them worn from what the world threw at them, but a ridiculous determination to keep pushing through. It spoke for how resolute humans could be. Or how incredibly stupid they were. Either way, he soon grew weary of the same look in each person's eyes, and turned to gaze upon Ximche.
"Perhaps you should lighten the place a little. Play us a little song?" He muses, a smile cracking on his lips as his carriage rumbled its way down the street slowly. And only a moment later, the bells would start to play a tune.