#v: puppet

[hiislegacy]

furiaae asked: ❛ fucking hit me already. ❜ | I cannot stop thinking about puppet cloud I- 🫨

"......." Those words were heard, clearly, but even now he hesitated. The small sliver that was still him did not want to hurt them, at all. It was what kept his body still, if only for a few seconds. The pained expression was leaking through the cracks of that almost-blank look. His pupils dilated, breathing intensified for just enough time to be noticed. Then, that cold grasp was over every part of himself, and the change was seen and felt.

"So be it." With a grunt, he slammed the blade down into the ground by his side, sparks flying and dirt kicking up from the incredibly impact; a power that he reserved only for the one who deserved it. Yet, that was the one who had full control over his actions. His mind was buzzed with adrenaline and the need to impress his Master, and he stormed up to her with rage in his posture. This was a being that was getting in their way, and he reached out to try and grab for her.

@furiaae

[hiislegacy]

OPEN RP | ~Puppet Cloud~

There was no control over himself. His movements felt stiff, his thoughts were mostly blank, and still he trudged on. He was aware of his surroundings, of who he was with, but he was really unable to truly focus on anything but the goal ahead. It was simple, really. Infiltrate, and destroy all enemies that were a possible threat to her. Mother. His heart would always flutter at the mere thought of her, of reunion...

So, his mind almost lay in stasis, while chatting with others and seemingly unnoticeable was this change in him. Though, if one looked closely, they could see that he wasn’t all there, as if a shell of himself was speaking through near-frigid lips. He was his master’s puppet, through and through. The humanity inside him cried out for help, whenever it had the chance to peek, but that was through the most limited of lenses. It was as though a haze was over every single aspect of himself, uncontrollable to that weak self.

[hiislegacy]

Starter | Muse: Cloud | v: Puppet

The beginning and end were always hard to decipher for him, where his mind was currently at was a mystery. There were just flashes of thought, of guilt and remorse, so quickly were they here and gone. To take it's place was this need to get wherever he was called to, and to no one would stand in his way of getting what he coveted the most. He could feel it, the sacred materia that his Master wanted, more specifically The Black Materia.

With many already at his feet, he was making way to stumble past the next opponent, feeling this urgency to just keep going. Some part of him not wanting to do any harm to them, and just plainly ignore their presence, hoping to leave it at just that. He somehow had some shred of his consciousness enough, in this moment, to try and keep them from his blade's sharp edge.

@mezzomorendo

[youidixt-blog]

         ** Huh. It’d been a while since they last saw them, the human. They felt...wary, almost, to interact with them. 

Something was off. This wasn’t the annoying, sparing-happy child that they were used to seeing. They seemed to give off a sort of dark presence. **

“OH, YOU? THOUGHT YOU GOT THE ENDING YOU WANTED, KID.”

[xionthenumberxivarchive-blog]

Thread with leaxmemorized continued from here!

It was hard to tell if Axel was really talking to Xion and not some brainwashed husk of the Organization’s at this point. This certainly wasn’t like her, after all. Somewhere deep down, his words resonated and struck a chord, but this wouldn’t be anything noticeable by an outside source. Her face didn’t even twitch in response to the strange tic in her chest.

“I am looking at you, Axel.” It was practically a taunt. Naturally, he couldn’t see her eyes through her hood, but she could most certainly see him. “You think I’d stoop so low as to not look at you when I’m speaking?”

[xionthenumberxivarchive-blog]

"You're not them"

Send me "You're not them" to interact with my muses Dark Side

“An excellent observation, Number VIII,” the puppet said with a slight smirk and a very flat tone – emotionless and cold: very much unlike Xion. “Are you going to continue stating the obvious or are you actually going to do something?”

One could only guess as to what had happened a short while ago when she’d gone to that clock tower to face off against Roxas, and none of the possibilities were particularly good ones.

[cyndxr]

"Is this really the best you can do?"