ＲＥＰＯＲＴ ＶＩＩＩ ∵ [ Video/Audio ]
No doubt you are expecting an admission of some kind, to acknowledge the power and fortitude that all of you possess that I had surely underestimated.
You will wait in vain.
[ There has been a doing away with of theatrics since master Xehanort was last seen publicly. In this sudden transmission there is no sound, no raucous thunder and howling wind, and most of all no grand, jubilant decrees from on high. When he speaks, it is low, paced, and immeasurably cold. The man himself is very much himself, clad in a dark uniform, stained skin and white hair troubling in their contrast. There is some little wear on his face, a hint of exertion that even the most practiced of restoration abilities cannot relieve. The result is a longness in his cheekbones, the impression of hollows under his eyes.
The yellow has darkened; any idea of humanness seems a thing of the past. ]
The only admittance I can make is that to show deference to you was a mistake.
[ Around him, beyond him, there is nothing but darkness. Other than his voice, silence, making it wholly impossible to tell where he might be broadcasting from - and thusly, where he might be found. It takes no leap of logic to guess that this is intentional. ] I have resolved to make no such error again.
[ The image abruptly cuts away, but after a burst of static the audio remains: his voice, and the sound of the sea. ]
Treasure the time that you have left.
All of you.
((OOC: This is it, you guys. Following Vanitas' defeat, Master Xehanort is ready to throw down in person. The FINAL BATTLE goes up on Saturday and will take place at Dead Horse Cove; the participants have two days to figure this out and find him. A planning post to put together the process of the battle will be going up on Friday!
Xehanort will not be responding to comments in this post, so this is just a heads up for your impending doom!))
You will wait in vain.
[ There has been a doing away with of theatrics since master Xehanort was last seen publicly. In this sudden transmission there is no sound, no raucous thunder and howling wind, and most of all no grand, jubilant decrees from on high. When he speaks, it is low, paced, and immeasurably cold. The man himself is very much himself, clad in a dark uniform, stained skin and white hair troubling in their contrast. There is some little wear on his face, a hint of exertion that even the most practiced of restoration abilities cannot relieve. The result is a longness in his cheekbones, the impression of hollows under his eyes.
The yellow has darkened; any idea of humanness seems a thing of the past. ]
The only admittance I can make is that to show deference to you was a mistake.
[ Around him, beyond him, there is nothing but darkness. Other than his voice, silence, making it wholly impossible to tell where he might be broadcasting from - and thusly, where he might be found. It takes no leap of logic to guess that this is intentional. ] I have resolved to make no such error again.
[ The image abruptly cuts away, but after a burst of static the audio remains: his voice, and the sound of the sea. ]
Treasure the time that you have left.
All of you.
((OOC: This is it, you guys. Following Vanitas' defeat, Master Xehanort is ready to throw down in person. The FINAL BATTLE goes up on Saturday and will take place at Dead Horse Cove; the participants have two days to figure this out and find him. A planning post to put together the process of the battle will be going up on Friday!
Xehanort will not be responding to comments in this post, so this is just a heads up for your impending doom!))