Session Five; Fading Away....., Another sad ending at Castle Oblivion...

[XalDin]

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He could sense something...A being of eternal darkness.
Xaldin withdrew the lance flying at Axel, surprised by the scent of a newcomer to the castle.
"We shall settle this another time Axel-Aniki. Now I'm investigating."
Xaldin focused his energy on teleporting near the dark presence.
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Shadows swirled near the silver haired SOLDIER as Xaldin materialised in front of him.
"So you're the dark newcomer."
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[BHK]

Roxas stared up at the older man, despite what he had done to help, the blonde didn't lower his weapon. His sapphire eyes kept their piercing glare as he questioned, "And you are...?"

He had helped him, true, but Roxas knew better than to let a complete stranger win him over just like that. Infact...it'd probably take his whole life to finally trust some one fully and completely. It's not that he didn't want to...it was just who he was and he couldn't help it.

Even if he could be like that, he still certainly wouldn't trust a stranger in a place like this. A place that complete unraveled and re-aranged your every thought and belief. That would just be suicidal.

[Axel]

Axel just stared at Roxas, opened-mouthed for a moment. He quickly recovered his dignity, brushing it off, and gave a curt little laugh, pain lurking beneath the surface of it.

"Nice one, Roxas. As if you've forgotten me."

And somehow, the notion occured to him just then, as he joked about it. But, somehow, now that he'd said it, it seemed all the more possible to him.

Had Roxas forgotten him?

[Sephiroth]

As Xaldin took shape before the One-Winged Angel, he smiled thinly, his eyes ever so slowly, almost achingly so, opening to reveal deep emerald orbs that glowed with an otherworldly light behind them. That was the glow of mako.

"Indeed. Did you come all this way to ask that one simple question?" His voice took on an almost chiding tone as he spoke to the man, his eyes flashing with bemeaused condescention. It was a deep, slow speech; unhurried. Most men spoke almost as though they couldn't wait to get the words out, This silver-haired warrior, this platinum shadow, seemed to savor each and every word he spoke as though it were a gift of infinate proportion.

"Perhaps it would be easier if I did the providing rather then waiting for questions too timid to come. To most I am known as Sephiroth." For a moment, the briefest of moments, his eyes flashed with either an obvious lack of sanity or a spark of passionate genious--to many they were one and the same. As soon as it appeared, though, it was gone, but bot before he spoke a simple phrase.

"To others I am death incarnate, and to one I am destiny." His expression seemed to say that he had all the answers, that he knew it all. That anything outside his realm of knowledge was simply unimportant.

[XalDin]

"Perhaps you can help me take care of some fools."
He waved a Munny stack in front of Sephiroth's face.
"I will give you 50000 Munney if you can eliminate Roxas and Axel...
You do know who they are right? If you choose not to aid me, then I shall continue my business"
Xaldin's foot tapped impatiently, waiting for the angel to reply.
"Should you choose to accept, I may assist you in finding...Jenova!"

[Sephiroth]

He listened to the proposition with lifted brow, curious. How one such as this could know of Jenova was a curiosity that had him piqued, and at some point perhaps he would find out.

That would not be today, though. With an amused smirk the SOLDIER flexed his back to push off against the wall, coming fully to his feet.

"You think something as base as munny might hold my attention?" He let loose the smallest of chuckles.

"And to think that one such as yourself might be able to help me find Mother is laughable at best." Still, some day he might beat the information out of the childlishly self-assured Nobody.

"But for now, no. My interests lie elsewhere. They lie in the destiny of one man...and the darkness of his heart. Anything else--Your Roxas and Axel, or even Mother--is, right now, of secondary importance. Mother has waited this long..." he turned on his heel, resting the Masamune upon his shoulder once more as he walked away, back presented to Xaldin. With a raised hand he finished without turning to face him.

"...she can wait a while longer. After all, she's not going anywhere anytime soon." He smirked slightly, then looked down at the warp point. He slipped the large sword off his shoulder and, with a soft tap and a mild exhertion of will, energy flowed and with a sudden lurch--and a destination in mind where he could likely find that one person--he was gone.

The Platinum Shadow had gone to Hollow Bastion.