The Luna Diviner

[RP blog for Saix/Isa Does both Canon and AU]

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Turn down for what?!

Saïx ft. Sora…..i’m sorry….i guess listening to music is really epic 😂✍

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Let's get you home..

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Did you all have a good Xmas? Don’t tell me about it, I don’t care.

I’ll be back after the new year.

Here’s a basket of puppies.

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Replaced | Headcanon

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Colourless | Headcanon

When Saix started to get norted, he watched the blue drain from his eyes and turn golden and now he finds grey hair in his blue locks. He gets mad at Axel for this, even though he knows that the other had nothing to do with it, because the colour seemed to drain from his life when Axel started paying attention to Roxas.

Saix's worst nightmare is losing all the colour in his life - becoming fully norted.

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What do you call someone who is obsessed with the moon

[leha]

a lunatic

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Source: [x]

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By: [ Mono201 ]

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RP W/Under-the-heart-moon

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There was a long pause before the boy responded, his pupil-less yellow eyes meeting Saix’s seemingly far more developed ocular sphere. His head slowly tilted forward, in reaction the command of nodding to signal that  was understanding Number VII.  "Vexen…?"  The boy did not immediately recognize the name, his mouth opened once more, the memory of Vexen first introducing himself flooding his mind. He had not seen Vexen in a long time, namely because he was riddled with glitches at the moment, which the Chilly Academic would likely want to ramify before allowing him to sustain consciousnesses for longer periods of time. He shook his head, in response to knowing the where about of his creator. 

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"Show me where you came from." Saix demanded, crossing his arms. He was quite frustrated by the boy's lack of understanding but the shake of his head did seem to say that he was just thinking slowly about what had been said.

"Do you know your name or purpose?" He asked, stepping aside, although ready to catch the other's arm should he try to continue on his path instead of doing as Saix had asked.

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RP W/Under-the-heart-moon

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The boy stopped, initially not making any eye contact. He stared out for moment only to be blocked by Saix. Raising his head in no hurry, his vacant expression met Saix, the yellow eyes wobbled a bit, he was trying to pull memories out, a task that to most came as natural as breathing. He was a tad more….mechanical than that in the mind department. He was able to recognize the tall blue haired member as second only to the superior. "….Incomplete…..Create—Created." When the word create got tossed around there was only ever a few names that should have sprang up, the most prominent one being Vexen. The boy stood there shaking slightly, not out of fear, but out of trying to continue his speech ability, this one was not anywhere near completion. Though, there was enough of him active to allow some speech, and the ability to walk, as well as being aware to some degree.

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"Created?" Saix tilted his head before sighing gently, "Nod if you understand me. Did Vexen create you?"

He eyed the boy. He didn't look like one of Vexen's normal creations, however, he knew how Vexen tended to look at each like a child. He wouldn't put it past the man to try and make one he could keep as his own and that would explain the differences.

"Do you know where Vexen is?"

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RP W/Under-the-heart-moon

In the world that never was the day that was unfortunately blanketed by a mocking false night passed as it were any other day. There was certainly no reason for it to be an exception, as such the creatures that dwelled in the floating fortress sat a midst the sky of this  world had their duties to perform, whether this be Recon, stealth, collecting hearts, the list was a well that almost never ran dry. One of the senior members Number IV was performing a mission in order to file information of the inhabitants of a world the Organization had recently gained access to. This was an oddity on the most part for Number IV, as most of his time would be preferred to be spent on his projects in the laboratories on the lower levels where solitude is nigh inescapable…most of the time. Needless to say, he the mission may take a bit longer than others namely due to the fact this was an entirely new area. At the laboratory however something began to stir, a few bangs and clatters, as if someone had fallen into a pile of pots, pans, or most likely, beakers. These laboratories should have been completely empty, whatever had caused the commotion to the empty halls, save a few dusks, had found the door and had stepped out; A boy, not much going on in the expression range, the long black uniform of the Organization of his body, toxic green hair adding a bit wasted flair. He watched the hallway in a manner befitting the description of lost child. Having noticed stairs at the far end of the hall, basic instinct drove him forward and upwards, unaware of what lay in this curious location.

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Saix had been sitting at his desk since the morning missions were over, organising everything that was to be handed out the following day.

That's when he the clatter from downstairs. He immediately assumed Demyx had something to do with it, so stood to go and find the source of the noise, walking downwards until he saw the other running up.

Saix stopped in front of the boy, folding his arms over his chest, "Who are you?" He asked, looking down his nose at the other, "How did you get in here?"

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Woopsi he got norted So I injured my hand and got depressed, and figured I could at least try to finish this up…. With my left hand. 

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Memories | Open (Xemnas or Axel preferred)

Saix leant back against his chair, another can dropping from his clutches and onto the floor where several more lay. His reddened eyes were dropping as he tried to keep sleep away.

The man was clutching at one of Axel's old frisbees as he opened another can, taking large gulps of beer before almost choking on it. 

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