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[tbf_anon]

A small, shabby doll has been pinned to the wall, several pins have been stuck into "her" head, hair and shoulders, leaving the arms and legs limp. Underneath the doll there is some scrawly writing on a tattered, red note.

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[tbf_anon]

But something's watching...

It waits until the poster leaves, until they've turned their back.

And then the white sheet of paper wriggles and stretches and comes alive, timid and wisp-thin.

It tears itself off it's pin and cautiously expands into a larger, vauguely humanoid form. It pokes a limp appendage gently at the hung doll, 'peering' at it closely before floating lazily around the posting board, watching the figure disappear into the evening dim.

[onlytwilight]

[Roxas wanders by on his walks, pausing as he sees the doll hanging there. He goes to its side and looks at it, and then the note. That's...not a good sign. He takes out his communicator and begins typing.]

[tbf_anon]

The papery dusk thins out once more and flutters gently to the ground beside when another approaches...until it's identified as one of their own kind. A greater form. A stronger shell.

It stirs gently to hover about an inch from the dirt and whispers, dry and toneless, in words that are void of an actual voice.

My liege?

[onlytwilight]

[He pauses, looking down at the creature and slowly kneeling beside it.]

...A Dusk.

[Not good. He holds out his hand for it.]