Such an oddly dressed girl, yet with all that he has seen in these past few weeks, he supposes one’s choice of garb is the least offensive thing he’s seen in a while. In fact it’s almost a point of normalcy with the utter chaos that has swept through his world. Though it’s a relative term as her question is far from normal itself. She must be one of those fanatics he’s heard all about, the ones with a reputation that far precedes them. The poor fools who take their passion and turn it into dangerous fanaticism.
“The Heartless.” Such a ridiculous name for such those creatures, certainly not the one he would have chosen for them. Yet, from the research his own scientists have provided, it’s an oddly fitting one as well. “Luckily for us, there hasn’t been a sighting in quite a while. Though with how things have been, it’ll only be a matter of time before they make their return. They’re like vermin in that way, chase them away and they come back in force.”
It won’t be long now until his own brand of heartless make their appearance. Fight fire and fire as many would like to say. And he won’t rest until every last flame is snuffed out from this world.
There weren’t many things she recalled from her days in Organization thirteen. It was all a haze but the mandate: ‘do not interfere with other worlds.' Still rang clear. It must’ve been said and emphasized often. What was she supposed to do if they already knew? This was another strange place, All the animals were unique and colorful; She thinks they called them ‘pokemon.’ They were also really cute and she wasted almost an entire day trying to hug them all. It was focus time.
“O-oh, so you know,” Xion murmured. “You’ve seen them. I suppose then, that they’re not here?“
Xion’s hands played into the edges of her black hair. An ink like strand slipped off and around her finger. She saw black hair and pale skin but she wondered what this man saw. This man who dressed in fancy suits and kept his broad shoulders thrown back, proud, strong. He might’ve seen a boy or a different child altogether; Or her jacket hood still thrown over her head.
She paused, wait, she was being rude. “Oh, and my name’s Xion! It’s nice to meet you!”
