05-27-2018, 12:42 AM
Xehanort's smirk had widened as the music continued to play, casually moving his index fingers back and forth, as though conducting. In truth, he was more encouraging the young one to play without feeling self conscious. After all, even the most hardened of individuals likely didn't have it in them to tell what appeared to be a young girl to stop playing for what appeared to be her grandfather. And, to be honest with himself, he was enjoying seeing her smile. Vanitas was useful and all that, but he was the embodiment of negativity. A Heartless (ironically enough) was meant to embody any extreme emotion. Come to think of it, he doesn't seem to remember WHY he called them Heartless, since they were the realized form of a heart.
His attention is snapped back to reality when he notices that the bells have stopped. His gaze would rise to curiously peer at Ximche, who was staring off to the side. A slow turn as he would follow her gaze to the source of a rather odd looking man. Odd in the sense that he was... out of place. A more resolute individual. More alive, if such a word could be used here. And much more of a beacon that glaringly stood out to Xehanort. This man just oozed darkness on a level that he hadn't seen since Braig had so willingly offered himself over. Luck, it seems, was on his side today. A potential ally, or recruit, at least. But, he will remain humble in this strange universe.
Slowly, he pushed the door of the carriage open, motioning for Ximche to step out first, then playing the part of a feeble old man needing the help of the youth to step down. Folding his hands behind his back, he stood facing towards Wesker and his aide, speaking lowly to Ximche.
"Play him another little tune, young one. Something gentle and inviting." He encourages her. The worry was evident on her face, but she did begin to play. Pale fingers lightly shaking the bells to the tone of almost portraying a beckoning finger to the man. He did want it clear that he wasn't looking for a fight just now.
His attention is snapped back to reality when he notices that the bells have stopped. His gaze would rise to curiously peer at Ximche, who was staring off to the side. A slow turn as he would follow her gaze to the source of a rather odd looking man. Odd in the sense that he was... out of place. A more resolute individual. More alive, if such a word could be used here. And much more of a beacon that glaringly stood out to Xehanort. This man just oozed darkness on a level that he hadn't seen since Braig had so willingly offered himself over. Luck, it seems, was on his side today. A potential ally, or recruit, at least. But, he will remain humble in this strange universe.
Slowly, he pushed the door of the carriage open, motioning for Ximche to step out first, then playing the part of a feeble old man needing the help of the youth to step down. Folding his hands behind his back, he stood facing towards Wesker and his aide, speaking lowly to Ximche.
"Play him another little tune, young one. Something gentle and inviting." He encourages her. The worry was evident on her face, but she did begin to play. Pale fingers lightly shaking the bells to the tone of almost portraying a beckoning finger to the man. He did want it clear that he wasn't looking for a fight just now.