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Ienzo stopped.

His gray eyes slid to the side.

They widened... "Note?" The Heartless rushed to the Viera's side and bent down next to the person. He went to touch the creature's shoulder- Wait. You weren't supposed to move an injured person, right? Or... Ienzo thought about it for a moment, his silver gaze solidly on the person who smelled of earth. In his left hand, a small clipping of an olive branch hung to a string, a necklace from a good friend.

Ienzo had said his goodbyes to the Viera before. It had been months since he had disappeared into the skies. But Ienzo couldn't stop his friend from trying to find his home; it was his own choice. Note had left with a curt nod, leaving Ienzo with the olive branch he had brought with him from his own world. The Heartless hadn't ever known simply company and went so far as to call the young Viera his friend... Although he understood that was impossible as a Heartless.

Ienzo finally took off his coat and put it over the frail figure, awaiting its wake. He sighed... It most likely wasn't Note, but he might as well help out anyways.

Not Note. It was a girl, it was easy to tell. Ienzo almost sighed, but caught himself. No, he shouldn't do taht. This girl had to be a survivor from another World, as they all came to Traverse Town or (on rare occasion) Twilight Town. He did his best to hide the marks on his neck, and thanked the long-sleeved sweater he wore today underneath the jacket.

Throwing his raven hair to the left of his face, he sat down beside her. "You're in Traverse Town," he replied. "I don't know what's going on, but I'm guessing that you just had an encounter with the Heartless."

"You're on a different World if so."

Hopefully she was warm on this slightly chilly night. He just sat next to her to offer company. He didn't want to offend the Viera, considering Note had been very particular about the personal bubble, so he didn't bother her at the moment.

"My name's Ienzo," he responded, waving. "I just came over to check if you were alright. Right now, it may be a lot to take in, but if you need any help just say so."

"No kit that would be half the answer."

A while back Coffee had roamed every nook and cranny of Traverse Town the heartless here weren't entertaining at all. They were so weak that they didn't even tempted her the least. She was bred to be a huntress; well she was born to be. In her youth she had the wandering gene that scared many; now she was feeling the ebbs of restlessness. The new tweak gave her an extra quirk of snapping and being more irrate than the norm. Her cold comments were now snarky and sharp with double sharp edges cutting down anyone that dared question her whether its about her lineage or behavior.

Claws racked against the cobblestone as she got a good whiff. Maroon eyes darkened leaving only a rim of red to brighten the dark toned orbs as a soft groan wavered from her lips. Her small mocha nose twitched with an inhale to see if she had misjudged. She was never one to second guess her senses, but she knew she was on the right trail as her lip twitched in a smirk. There was mist about, and she wanted it.

One moment she was on the ground, and the next she had propelled herself on the rooftops. She always enjoyed high perches bringing back her childish days running in the tree tops with Esmeralds whispering behind her. This time she wasn't a wild free runt, but a cool calculating huntress ready to strike. Her ears twitched hearing voices; new scents alerted her nose, the mist and a...was that another runt. A brow cocked watching the young viera like a tigeress; ears flattened for a moment hearing the twinge of fear in her voice. The viera never admired that element, but the slight curves on her frame had distracted her momentarily.

She had her share of men or women, so personally it would feel she had seen it all. There's nothing new in those terms of festivities, but there was always someone new. It seemed she had hit the jackpot: fresh meat and a mist to get intoxicated with. For a moment, the Rava Viera wondered when was it the last time she had courted with the influence of mist....or even pursued a viera. Creme doesn't truly count since it never goes or ends where she intended; look at them now, she was only supposed to steal from her...not form a partnership. Perhaps she should try unloosening Creme's hinges with mist to just see that uptight calculating viera snap from her bounds and be as free as a wild viera raised by the earth should be.

But that was for another time...or even another lifetime. Creme was too self-absorbed in her mechanics to even tend to herself; so imaging her looser and nuder would get the Rava Viera simply nowhere. Also there was no time to brood. There were lovelies to collect. Not wasting time, the viera had dropped down to the floor interrupting the little chatter.

You're a hume

"No runt that would be half the answer." Clad in emerald green, the viera stepped out from the shadows with her arms drapping over her beloved Esmeralda, who laid exotically over he shoulders. Her eyes ravaged the youth picturing her inside and out, "open your nose."

Her eyes flicked over to the heartless. Oh yes she knew dark mist when she smelled it. "Mmm you are the first I've seen; even so you're all the same; a good hunt; a good snack; and another leach."

Ienzo chuckled. His silver eyes turned to the Viera. He had seen her before, but he had never approached. He had been watching, despite his hidden nature. He picked his jacket from the ground and pulled it on. He watched this new Viera with interest. She was enjoying them... Such a feral creature. So barbaric. This creature was bent on fulfilling what it thought it wanted. Ienzo had seen it before. Physical needs were the simplest objects of self-fulfillment. Perhaps she would evolve later.

"I'm... not a normal hume, no." He nodded, crossing his arms. "And you're here because you survived. You get a second chance at life in new worlds, to follow the path as you see fit." The raven-haired Heartless looked between the two, the latter of which was hanging on the younger. A leech, huh? Ienzo couldn't really argue without sounding malevolent. He just shrugged. "I guess you can't decide how you're born," he retorted. The whole Heartless deal was pretty straightforward. Heartless ate out a constant hunger, one that never ceased. But that hunger was only a physical want, and Ienzo fed only on occasion, when his strength began to wade. If he had a choice, he would not feed at all. And it was true, the Darkness did comfort him; it held him in a gentle embrace.

But his will was stronger than that, just as Riku's was when his Heart was taken by the Darkness. Ienzo was a Heartless, yes, but he could control himself.

Oh... Ienzo almost forgot. "Did you ever meet another named 'Note'?" He could feel the olive clipping imprinting a design in his left hand.

Hearing the runt speak, her ears flattened, "slight mist."

That was the key term that made her eyes narrowed. There was nothing slight about the pest infront of her; it was actually to blatant and obvious, hence of her easy tracking. This could explain this runt's naive approach of just waltzing and smiling without any sense to alert the need to have precaution. Although she had no right, she had already grabbed the runt's chin observing her eyes, face, and scent. Although the heartless gave off a mist of his own, there was something clinging her, "Your senses are clearly dull. With that, you can't trust them until it's back to a norm."

Was this the becoming of the vieras? The thought within itself made her brows furrowed tightly in a frown. She, Coffee, technically wasn't a viera in terms to the culture. Those who lacked the ears to hear the woods are either because they were never raised in the Viera's Ways or banished and outcasted by the pack. She had lost her hearing long ago in the woods. Coffee couldn't distinguish if she was an outcasted or not. There wasn't a charm to tell the difference; the obvious would be that...you would never see a True Viera outside the woods. Her nose twitched to pick up any lingering of earth.

Still Coffee wasn't one to care much for anyone. Of-course Creme was her exception, because they worked together. One being off their a-game destroyed the entire whole. Why of a sudden was there more unneeded concern towards the runt? Perhaps it's because of her naive behavior and lack of immense intercation with a fellow in abundance like her childhood. No, she wasn't suffering from longing; it was just a natural reaction.

"Ivalice probably won't stand for long, and your 'species' may as well be parasites. They are obviously not wanted by the humes, and you do more than eat their emotions. If eating a world makes it disappear...more than just mere emotion is gone. So perhaps you like to sugar coat...you try not to feed...doesn't clearly means you don't."

Ienzo felt the earth shift and threw a shadow out to stand on. The solid black object allowed him to avoid the shaking and he watched with anticipation. This earth-child was like Elaeus. She could control the earth around them. Ienzo remembered Elaeus' full power... He shuddered.

His own meager abilities couldn't do anything like geo-manipulation. This young one would be a powerful ally or a deadly enemy. Ienzo's gaze shifted to the older earth being. He grinned. "My species isn't wanter, you're right. But I know all about your Woods, earth one," he replied. He knew well. All had been explained (over a period of time) by Note, the first one he ever met. "And much to your dismay, I may not be wanted, but I am accepted." After all, the RGRUC had accepted him. He was far more accepted in his home than she was in hers.

"So perhaps we should just lay off the sarcasm and help this survivor who's obviously having difficult." His silver eyes glared towards her. So insolent... He felt the Darkness stir heavily in his body but he held it down with his willpower. In his mind, a rhythmic beat began and he smiled. The Darkness was emotion, just like happiness or joy. It was nothing to hold back emotions. Eventually, the Darkness would dwindle away and he would be able to focus on his small bit of light.