The Old Mansion/Woods

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Since the main plot is on hold, this thread is now an open, non-plot thread.

[winterlovesong]

[in the White Room]

Picture a white room. A quaint white, nothing special. Rectangular, small. A white rectangular table with a matching white chair. Picture a window in it, with long, flowing white curtains that captures the beautiful blue color of the cerulean sky.

Now picture splashes of color on the walls, pieces of paper hanging up with scribbles of colors on them. Drawings. Picture them scattered all over the table as well, almost as though it were a workplace.

Naminé slowly creaked open the door to this room, then shut it behind her, sighing slightly. It'd been too long since the last time she was in the White Room, even if she was under DiZ's control at the time.

She winced. She really disliked being under others' control.

However, she was not here to reminisce, she was here to gather her drawings and leave. She was under the Superior's control again, and there was nothing she could do about it, nothing at all. The blonde sighed again and went to work at collecting all the random sheets of paper that held special meaning for her.

[White Room]

[yuffie]

[White Room]

A figure leaned atop a ledge which rested above the top frame of the window. In a room of such purity, of such clenliness, something as different as this creature stood out like a sore thumb. For now he was just there, he knew who always came to this room, who resided here and what business went on roughly.

What he was here for he was unsure of, he knew the role that she played in the Organization’s plot, and he knew what sort of a role he played. For far too long had he been trying to own up to things, try to do his best, for him to be one-uped by some young teenage girl in a white dress.

Sure, she was a ‘witch’, but that didn’t seem so special. They were talked about in storybooks, movies, several forms of literature, every time, each one seeming to lose their touch on things in the end. It seemed that he would arise victorious, though it was unclear.

She was a nobody, she understood what the Organization members were going through roughly, what it felt like to be empty.

He on the other hand was the exact opposite, he was the second part of the puzzle. Without these two pieces, it was impossible to solve.

She went on to seem to organize some papers. Those were her crystal balls, the way she predicted what was going to happen, what had happen, and what the current lowdown was. Seemed without that, she had little to no use for the Organization. Memories were fond things, but they were shattered so easily, perhaps her fate would be the same. That's what the heartless hoped.

Hopping from the top of the ledge, he landed on the ground, stalking towards her, his yellow eyes beaming at her.

"Forget something," he asked with a flick of a tongue, almost like it had rolled of casually.

[White Room]

[winterlovesong]

[White Room]

Naminé froze.

The papers slowly drifted to the floor, scattering out of her limp hands. She blinked slowly at the Heartless in front of her, and unconsciously backed up a half-step.

A shadow of emotion pricked deep inside her...fear.

"N-no, I'm quite sure I've got all I need, thank you," she said quickly, attempting to be brave. Not something the blonde was very good at. She couldn't meet his sharp yellow eyes, full of malicious intent, and shuffled backwards a bit more.

How could she have not noticed him earlier? She internally grimaced at her carelessness. She'd been so obsessed with collection her drawings that she had forgotten to check the room for anyone else.

She eyed the Heartless warily, reaching down to scoop up her papers again.

[White Room]

[yuffie]

[White Room] ((These two will not be moving, but if they do we will address it. Other than that, constantly posting White Room gets annoying.))

The girl seemed to freeze as the sound of his voice was heard. Could he blame her? Of course not, on his terms he was one of the more frightening critters in the whole chain of events; though others would stress to call him on that as a lie. It wasn't his fault that he was just far too bone-chilling for their comfort levels; jealousy was a terrible thing.

As the papers fluttered gingerly towards the ground, he couldn't help but show a bit of curiosity by setting his foot down on the edge of one before reeling it in. He picked it up, rotating it several times to see just what it was. Man, this girl sure better not try to be an artist as a future job, if so, she'd have some sad stories coming her way. It was messy and rushed, hardly worth his time, but they seemed to mean something to her.

"Sure, whatever. Never said I was here to help though," he said, prodding her hand away with the tip of his shoe. "I just want to talk." He gave her a smirk, the kind that a crazy psychologist would give to their patients when they were about to break through some sort of emotional border.

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( Yeah, that's allowed. xD If you're character stays in the same spot, you don't have to post where they still are...I should put that in all the plot threads, huh? )

[winterlovesong]

[White Room] ((Yeah, last time I'm posting that, unless they move, which they won't.))

As the blonde reached for a special picture of Roxas she'd drawn hastily so no one would know it was him, the Heartless picked it up and examined it, nudging her hand away with his foot. She glanced up at him, biting her lip gently at his twisted grin, and slowly stood up again, holding her thin hand out for the picture.

"Talk?" Naminé repeated, her voice quiet, keeping her hand in place. "I really don't think I have time for that..."

That was partly true, of course, but mostly she wanted to get away from this cold, dark being filled with malicious intent. It--he--gave her a 'feeling' of unease, a twinge of fear...and she could tell that he knew what emotion was echoing through her, and was relishing it.

She swallowed, but as much as she wanted to shrink away, kept her feet firmly planted on the floor, hand still in place.

[yuffie]

Tilting the picture, Aros tried to picture just what exactly it was. A bird? A banana? No... he remembered that the witch drew things of importance to Sora's memory, that was what he was told, but this... this didn't look like anything he'd heard Xemnas or any of the members explain with their vocal pictures before.

Maybe it was some sort of thing... something that Sora had encountered once but never bothered to bring up, something that had washed away like the tide, never to be brought back to shore again. Hidden for all eternity, or so he thought. Whether this was brought up over secrecy or sheer coincidence, it was being drawn by the witch. She had a name surely, but it wasn't of any importance to him, she was a witch, plain and simple.

Grinning eerily, he spoke, raising his head from the picture. "Oh, but I think you do," he hooked his hand around her back, holding her farther shoulder with his hand almost like a trap of sorts. "Because you need to tell me what this is, witchy," he pointed to the picture he had picked, "You need to tell me what this picture's of, and why it's so important to draw it. Can you do that for me?" He ended with a sly tone in voice, raising it slightly to cope with the situation.

After his lovely talk to the girl, he tightened his grip warningly, lessening the distance between them. If she was smart she'd play along and tell the heartless what it was that it was of and the further details that he had asked for. If not... well... let's just say Aros' claws would get a nice little wakening from their slumber. They did get rather annoyed when they went unused for so long.

[winterlovesong]

Naminé winced as the Heartless wound her arm behind her back and gripped her other shoulder, sufficiently trapping her. This feeling of being trapped by a malicious being intent on harming her was not something new to her. It was something she had been hoping she could avoid, but...apparently that was impossible.

The blonde bit her lip gently again, wincing once more as he dug his claws harder into her shoulder. It hurt a little bit, but not as much as it would hurt if he started really ripping at her skin...

But she couldn't tell him what the picture was of, either.

"Why d-do you want to know?" Naminé inquired quietly, stalling for a time. "I can't tell just anybody..."

She imagined the claws digging into her flesh, blood welling up at the cut, and swallowed hard.

She had to be brave.

[yuffie]

Aros smirked, bringing his head towards her, resting it casually on her shoulder. Was this getting to her? He sure hoped so, this is what he specialized in, trying to get people to talk, feel awkward in a given situation. Doing his job is what he loved, and that was that.

She couldn't tell him though... that somewhat took away from the fun. He really wanted to know what the picture was of. Perhaps if it were drawn a bit more clearly he'd have been able to figure it out on his own. Trying to figure out what exactly this picture of was like trying to decipher hieroglyphics.

He let the drawing fall to the floor as he moved his hands. Slowly, he took his free hand and placed it against her neck, having it run against its skin gingerly. It wasn't enough to hurt her, but it certainly was a bit too close for comfort. A few blond strands had weaved their way between his fingers during the process, but they gingerly fell out as he continued his motion.

Looking up with slightly playful, yet devious, eyes, he took on a very kind tone of voice, "I just wanna know... Come on witchy, you can trust me."

[winterlovesong]

((BAH. Sorry about how long it took to reply to this... >>;; ))

Oh, no. This wasn't good at all.

Naminé shivered at the closer contact, swallowing gingerly as the Heartless carefully ran his hand across her neck. Goosebumps sprang up on the Nobody's skin. She couldn't look at those awful yellow eyes. She tried not to be conscious of the fact his head was resting on her shoulder.

It was difficult.

"I c-can't tell you," she whispered, her voice timid and quiet, afraid to use it, for her throat vibrated when she did. "So...there's n-no need to b-be so close..."

She was more than a little bit uncomfortable with the situation, and she played with the edge of her dress awkwardly.

[yuffie]

This wasn't going nowhere fast, not what Aros had intended at all. Perhaps he was going too easy on the girl, that would certainly attain that sort of reaction in her. He didn't want mutters and people stumbling over their words, he wanted answer. If you wanted to take advantage of your situation to get what you wanted in life, you had to go the whole ten yards it seemed.

Keeping his head perched on her shoulder, the hand that was running against her neck was moved down her side slowly, smoothing out the fabric of the white dress as he did. Finding the hand fiddling with her dress, he rested his against hers, holding it close to her, adding some pressure to his hold.

Like a bird humming to a song, he cooed in her ear with his words. "Why so nervous," he asked, the same tone indicated in his voice. "Just cooperate and we won't have to go somewhere we don't wanna go to. Whaddya say, hmm?"

[winterlovesong]

Naminé felt faint.

It was far, far too much like Marluxia for her comfort.

The Heartless' hand rubbed down the side of her dress and held her own hand. If possible, she froze even more, hardly daring to breathe, to twitch.

She closed her eyes, swallowing hard. If she didn't cooperate...things would happen. If she did, he'd wonder why she was drawing Roxas, and she couldn't tell him that. Honestly.

So, she did the thing she was best at -- evading.

"A person," she said quietly, evasively, head bowing.

((Yeah. Crap. >> ))

[yuffie]

Finally! An answer!

"Now, was that so hard," he placed a sweet tone in voice, of course put on for the act, but it was to add to his moment, something he tended to like doing.

Smiling, he let go of her hand, having his hand run against her back, running across a small speed bump, more commonly known as a spine, before grazing off. He then held his hand, picking at his fingernails slightly to pass the time as he wandered around the witch.

So, if it was a person, it was someone important? Yes... someone who was close to her, someone she didn't want to part with. But wait, maybe they had parted, maybe they missed each other, wanting to be found once again. There were too many possibilities left dangling in the air, drifting with the wind.

He wasn't one to know what this girl was thinking of. He had been told tales of her, of this Naminé, from his Superior. She was a nobody, one of someone very special, Xemnas didn't bother giving too many details, all that was known was that she had played a key role for the Organization once before, and now she was to try and repeat that success. Perhaps she would be able to help him along the way.

Naminé was a nobody, a simply girl dressed in white, quite plain and quiet, nothing special. Aros was a heartless, black as the night sky itself from head to toe, loud and obnoxious was what he was, one of a kind. The two were different in more than just gender and species, they were different personalities entirely. How were two people who see scenarios differently supposed to interact.

She might have seen the glass as half full or half empty. All that Aros wanted to know was when it'd get a refill.

Still, there was something about her that made him ever the more curious.

Deciding to leap into phase two, he extended a hand, lifting her head rather forcefully, looking at her with pupil-less eyes. He wanted an answer, whether he had to scare it out of her, intimidate it out of her, whatever, he wanted reasoning. Slowly, his lips began to spread apart, a few glistening fangs sowing through.

"It looks like a him to me," he said, referring to the picture once more. "He means something to you, doesn't he? You wouldn't just draw someone like this for fun, you never do. Right witchy?"

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Naminé finally allowed herself to breathe as the Heartless' hand finished running up her spin and finally left her form. She kept him in her peripheral vision at all times, definitely ill at ease in this situation.

She wanted to get out of here.

But she didn't dare move.

This Heartless -- she didn't know if he had a name or not -- really looked like Sora. Near identical, actually. Like this guy was his shadow or something, they were so similar...

Naminé did a double-take at the Heartless. Wait. There was /no/ way this foul creature could be Sora's shadow. No way.

But they looked awfully similar...and who knew what IV could do with his intelligence...

It took the blonde by surprise when the Heartless forced the still Nobody to look up into his soulless yellow eyes. It took all her effort not to cringe away from him.

Slowly, Naminé shook her head in answer to his last question, not daring to speak, not looking forward to a possible slip-of-the-tongue.