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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 5:45 pm
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That stare.
It was unnerving. And giving him a headache. Well, not really, the headache had been there already. But it was starting to get a little creepy. (Ok, maybe a lot creepy.) Ienzo looked away, taking a deep breath. So, this guy wanted to know everything, huh? He wasn't going to get much, was he?
No, no he wasn't.
That's what he got for staring like some sort of stalker asking questions to someone with a severe case of amnesia. Ienzo flicked his attention away from the wall and back to Leon, blue eyes staring right back.
"Everything? There isn't much to say. I woke up with no memory at all, aside from my name. We were in a place called... Twilight Town, in a foyer of a mansion. Three people arrive, in brown cloaks, started giving out orders, world doors appeared, and so did the heartless." The boy hesitated, wondering if he should tell the man about the "extreme". Probably not, that's where the situation got a little sticky. But, if Leon caught the hesitation and asked, Ienzo would answer.
Well, sort of.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 8:09 pm
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"Heh, computer room in this world. Now something in my mind tells me... I remember that comptuer." Xigbar said as he put his hands behind his head as a large grin spread across his face.
Oh yes. He definitally remembered the computer now. Though it wasn't his own set of memories. They were from very, very long ago and had to do with a certain white haired man and messing around when they weren't supposed to...
"Birag, what... What are you doing?" "I'm gonna mess with Ansem's computer. Shaddap, it's the greatest thing ever, ready?" Birag's finger hovered over a button before slamming down. He and the man named Xehanort were beamed into Ansem's computer. Inside Xehanort was not pleased and Birag? "WHEEEEE I AM GLOWING!" Birag was thrilled.
"Let's go to the computer, dudes!!" Xigbar jumped up, waving his hands excitedly. The memories may have not been his own but DAYMN they said that the computer was something fun. And Roxas seemed interested in it. He walked up and nudged Roxas in the shoulder. "Come on, Rox, you wanna go, huh? It'll be FUN!!" He said with a big grin as he walked off, humming loudly as he strolled down the halls without even waiting to be led. The woman said it was down this hall and nothing seemed to be stopping him...
Except a maze.
Xigbar went around in one, two circles before coming back to the entrance and staring at Roxas, Riku, and the woman.
"UHM.... Yah. Wanna help?" He asked.
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actoratheart Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 12:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 4:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 6:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 10:43 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 5:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:10 am
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actoratheart Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 5:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 9:24 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 12:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 1:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 3:52 pm
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"...Thank you." Ienzo said quietly, blue eyes averted. It seemed like the more he looked at people, the more they presented that nagging familiar feeling. He furrowed his brow slightly, wanting to ask so many questions. The young man was a thinker, his mind always at work. Never really gave him any rest. Annoying, but helpful in most cases.
"...Who am I?" The question slipped out, curiousity and impulsiveness breaking through the normally composed barrier. He wanted to know, hated being left in the dark as much as he had been so far. The rest were already remembering so much, so very much. And yet, he was left with just a name. Well, two names really. Except, he wondered why it was two instead of just one. All of the rest called him Zexion, but he was Ienzo...
...wasn't he?
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 6:18 pm
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Damnitdamnitdamnitdamnitdamnit.
Anger. No, more than that. A brewing storm, more like. He wanted kill Number One for sending him of all people to go take care of a bunch of amnesiatic morons. Then again, just thinking of Number One made his toe curl in something that could be pegged as fear. Yes fear. As much as the brown cloaked one known simply as "Five" was extraordinairely pissed off, he would never, ever want to mess with One.
He'd end up face down in some nameless alleyway, if he did. That was for sure.
Thus, his urge to rip something apart curdled, subsiding into sulky irritation. He glared at the murky darkness around him, almost accusing it's swirling portents of stealing away his killing urge. In response, it gurgled a bit, before opening wide and gaping, like the mouth of a starving whale does to a colony of krill. The cloaked man stepped through, hand extending outwards, revealing a bonily structured hand and razor sharp nails. Wolf-like, if anything. A curling sneer of distaste found it's way onto his dry lips.
So this was Hollow Bastion? Still a wreck, really.
He took a few steps forward, studying his surroundings. Looked like he landed in a study of some kind. There were charts all over, and a painting of Ansem the Wise's apprentice, Xehanort. Voices distracted him, and the cloaked man's eyes lit up eerily.
Time to take out the trash.
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actoratheart Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 6:19 pm
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