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Post by darkunslint on Jun 4, 2009 13:51:22 GMT -4
Dilan walked along the streets of this town, he hated it, and it reeked of nobodies. The feeling and smell of nothingness all around him was disgusting. He knew what his mission was, even if it was a boring lame one. A misguided person called Synthest, that’s all the information he got. He had to convince him to help us, he hadn’t been informed on any powers that he might have only he was a good synthesiser that could help. Although, what did it matter what Dilan thought, Master Ansem decreed it so it shall be done, even if it meant walking around in this hell hole.
Walking had always bored Dilan, he preferred to portal around but this Synthest wouldn’t be found by porteling. His morale was broken and apparently he should be easier enough to taint. Dilan would merely plant the seed of darkness and wait for it to bloom, and then he would come willingly. But if this Synthest could fight, Dilan might actually have some fun.
Dilan finally came to a stop, something fun finally; several dusks – probably attracted by his darkness – had appeared to step in his way. “ Fools” was Dilan’s only word. Placing his arms behind him the Typhoon Angler summoned up 7 harpoons, slowly twisting around Dilan’s body, held up into the air by an invisible force. “ So, four of them… 7 of my weapons… pfft” Dilan raised his hand, the harpoons flying into the air. “ This is your end…” launching his hand downwards he finally said “ Hail” the harpoons began to dart down at extreme speeds, ripping through the air, blasting air behind them and using gravity to speed them up. The Nobodies where ripped, destroying all four of them, they slowly fizzled out into nothing as did the harpoons.
“How boring, no competition.” Dilan began walking again, he needed to find this Synthest to help Ansem, but where would he look? Hopefully he wouldn’t have to try too hard.
Syn's ears perked, and his eyes opened. His face paled as he heard the bodies die... There was somebody nearby. They were killing Nobodies, it seemed. He brushed the brown hair out of his face and did his best to hide in the shadows. He didn't want to be seen...
He didn't want to question his existance yet.
Virtegon was hidden inside of his skin for now. Long ago had the cast taken his arm as a vessel, and he had become good friends with the slightly-intelligent metals. But Sin had also taken root, and he had sealed the beast away with everything he could. He was no normal human, not now. He was part Heartless, his right arm overrun with Darkness...
