Low Profile [KALOS]

[Jaeh Cruor]

Rarely did the Underground of Twilight Town hear the echoes of footsteps through it, dreary and dead silent. Heartless had gathered here when they were at their peak, hiding in the shadows of the flickering lights, but not even creatures of darkness danced in the halls with the defeat of the Chaos Hide. Rarely being the key word. It was a quiet, isolated place Jaeh could go when the shakes came back, when he didn't want people watching her bounce on her toes anxiously or flap her hands to burn some pent-up energy. Discerning eyes rarely ventured in the darkness, so she found comfort in the fact that she could let herself let it out and merge better. Still, she saw looks of suspicion when she ventured into them, though no one had followed her before. Still, it was just enough to make her paranoid, even if she wasn't doing anything inherently terrible. She just wanted to be left alone. But with the felling of the large Heartless, things were too idle, and over time, things became so hard to process. This particular day was stressful because she was blanking on parts of it, and she didn't like that. She had found herself mid-market, with her blood supply replenished and flashes of laughter and running. Her own laughing, her running. She didn't like that, so she found the nearest entrance and slipped in, running through the tunnels until she found her hidey-hole, and she sat down in it, back to the wall, and held her head in her hands. Running, laughter. She had found something that pleased her in her episode of mania, something that she had to have harvested. There were no scars on her that were new, so she knew it wasn't hers, and habitually she slipped her mask over her face, taking in a deep breath. The sanguine mist calmed her, and she took it off with a shaky sigh, trying to center herself in these cold, dim tunnels. Somebody was hurt, and she realized it wasn't laughter that was coming out of her. They were hurt, and her healing did what it could, but she didn't work miracles. So she cried. She didn't like that, because crying meant something bad. There was too much blood in her supply. She didn't like that, and she grasped at her hair, closing her eyes shut tight.  "No, I saved them. I had to have. I must have had this, I didn't hurt anybody, I saved someone. These are all lies!" Her outburst rang through the halls, and she was too focused on keeping herself from breaking down that she failed to see the shadows moving until they moved in on her. There was the sound of something scampering her way, and her eyes snapped open just in time to see a large shadow-like Heartless lunging at her.  She was so shocked, she didn't have time to scream. a little taste to fix me up; just to make the shaking stop.

teasong.

[Kalos]

His wings bounced with the gentle push and pull of gravity. His feet carried him swiftly to the end of the rooftop. A quiet beat of his wings led him to the next, and it was here that he stopped to watch the player who'd caught his interest. A gentle breeze danced in his obsidian feathers, pulling them only to let go with its touch just as soft. Black hair fell over his filigreed half-mask. From beyond it an iolite gaze focused on the individual below.

What was this? An unexpected attack?

Kalos thought about Rosethorn. The trusty rapier was still sheathed on his hip. Perhaps he would use it if things went south, but for now, he was enjoying the uniqueness of her character, and he wanted to see what she would do. The world was a stage, and she... well, she was a player worthy of holding his eye.