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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 19:12:17 GMT
Nagi didn't really notice any of the boy's reactions, no he was too focused on that sudden tinge of anger. When it went away his curiosity rised, why did he act such a way? Why would he care oh so about the "heroes", especially when he was the "villain"? If anything it was his job to just outright laugh at all the heroes misfortune, which he did, don't get him wrong. Just, maybe this was related to his own past?
A past he can barely recall, had no care to recall, that seemed on edge forgotten but there? It mattered not, he was here, this was now. He had his chaotic unpredictable master to serve, he had to destroy the light and its cruel brightness. The light did nothing but fed fools silly lies, at least you know not to trust the shadows. Those shadows were ironically probably told more truths than the light in the end. What a beautiful life they all live in, petty pawns of their own beliefs.
The boy finally spoke, who knew after how long. Nagi didn't care or even paid attention to the time that had passed, he was too busy caught in his own circling thoughts. The boy had a cool bored voice, probably went back to hiding like some coward, not that he was analyzing the boy or anything. He wanted the next question, what next question? This was obviously a done conversation, one that will go in circles, like this whole world.
There was no more time for playing, soon, much too soon those villagers will began to wonder under the night sky rubbing their eyes. Probably wear smiles at how bright their moon shines, probably open their petty shops wondering if they'll make enough to pay the rent or some nonsense. As an incubus he has traveled dream to dream finding out all them, feeding the fools hopes of those dreams to weaken them only to shatter their hopes by telling them their life-force was no more. That living in dreams was a fool's game, it was better to live the life they had. Something that always made the incubus jealous of others. Though as a heartless now, none of that mattered. NO, this question! That was what mattered, Now!
Placing both arms on the table he crossed his fingers, placed his head on those fingers looking directly at the kid. "Why are you still here?"
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Post by mikhail ivanov on Apr 23, 2015 6:45:39 GMT
 ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain Why are you still here? a good question. From what Mikhail could see, the conversation was coming to an end: he didn't think he would learn much more about Nagi tonight. his time had nearly run out. soon, the windows along this street would glow, doors would swing open, people would trickle out and make their way to whatever they did in their waking hours. Mikhail tapped his thumb against the edge of the table. The truth was, Nagi was by far the most interesting opponent he had faced. and, as angry and vulnerable as this had made him, he felt the slightest tinge of regret that the game was drawing to a close. It was rare that Mikhail faced an enemy who challenged his mind rather than tested his fighting skills: ideas, arguments, and mind games all gave him more satisfaction than swinging a keyblade. In a way, a small way, this had almost been fun. "You ask interesting questions." once more, the sound of scraping metal broke the nighttime stillness. Straightening his cloak, Mikhail looked at Nagi without speaking. Then he turned toward the ring of lamplight and spoke over his shoulder. "Fortunate, that we both happened to take a midnight stroll in the same district on the same street in Traverse Town. It spared me from insufferable boredom." This was a flat-out lie. Without really realizing it, Mikhail was suggesting (hoping) that someday, perhaps, the Shadow would return... and their game would continue in another round. @tag
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2015 7:10:29 GMT
Why of course he asks interesting questions, he has what? Lived for many years, they have a tendency to do this to a man. Why that and well seeing foolish people's dreams over and over. What can you do? Life just goes on, oh so boring, oh so deadly entertaining.
Then there was scrapping noise, oh? He decided to leave? Well, such a wise young kid. Reaching the lamplight the boy spoke over his shoulder talking of how the talk alleviated some of his boredom. "Who knows maybe we will meet again, sometime on this very same spot on a nightly stroll."
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