Chronicled Time: Prepare III

[yuu_chan_kanda]

Perhaps she might have said more in the privacy of his mind but Azreth moved then, stepping forward. The papers crunch under his feet as he takes a couple steps forward and she winces at the sound. She looks mournfully at the papers she's worked so hard on.

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"Can you not step on those? I spent the last three days working on them." She speaks

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[yuu_chan_kanda]

He already has found value in me, that's why he uses me. [Azreth looks at Zexion for a moment, confusion evident on his face.] Of course I know Zen is using me. I'm glad he's using me. As long as he uses me, I'm useful to him. As long as he uses me, I have a purpose.[Azreth's going to be a hard one to crack, Zexion. Zen does envoke strong emotions from him but usually only when they are together. He is also easily swayed by words--but only Zen's words. He is so wrapped up in his twisted obsession with Zen that he can't really seem to see anything else. Pressing his buttons is easy once you find them. However, they're harder to find than most would think. He has only two buttons regarding Zen

[cuteandschemy]

[Well, it was worth a shot. But he's not interested in drawing this all out too long. He figured he'd hit the obvious spots first and see where it went. If he needs to go back to that he will-but it seems he's been given a weapon. A sword. Well... He gives a sigh as he picks it up. Fighting with swords is not his thing. Not at all. Though he's seen Saix training with his claymore in the past. Even so, watching isn't the same as doing. Trying can't hurt, but he was actually about to try something else. Oh well.]

Well, I suppose if you really do want the book, you had best start trying harder to get it.

[Once he's got a good hold on the sword, he darts forward. He's more speed than power, but the weight of the sword certainly slows him down a bit.]

[yuu_chan_kanda]

[Surprisingly, his first hit connects with Azreth, still weak from Yuu-chan's attack. It's a hit to the stomach. Good try, but no luck. Try higher. You might have better luck.]

[So he's using the sword, eh? Her words were true but the meaning behind them--she didn't explain herself clearly. Unbeknownest to Zexion, she meant the blood on the edge of the sword, not the actual sword itself. As long as he touches it, he'll be free from Azreth's effects. Still, he might not need her explanation. The blood is trailing down the sword toward the hilt.]

[Azreth dodges the next attack aimed at him. He's still got some time before his blood touches Zexion's hand but right now, he's no longer concerned with Zexion. For the Scribe to know his weakness, this worries him. Does that mean she could know Zen's weaknesses too? He looks around frantically.] How do I get back to Zen? Damnit, I don't have time to play!

[cuteandschemy]

[He was trying to aim higher, actualy--it's not as easy as it looks, thats for sure. He doesn't bother with words now. He's being careful with his attacks. He knows he doesn't have the energy to keep up this more physical form of fighting for long. So he intends to do his best to make any blows he lands count. He glances over his shouldor for a moment, just a quick glimpse, though there's nothing there--yet. Something is coming--something like him and at the same time not like him. It's suprising though--they usualy only come when their called and he didn't call them...]

[yuu_chan_kanda]

[The blood has reached the hilt and touches his fingers. Azreth's powers have now been rendered useless. He doesn't care though. He's still trying to escape the illusion.]

Stupid boy, tell me how to leave this place!

[cuteandschemy]

That is not the way to get someone to do what you want.

[He stops trying to attack, coming to a standstill. Darkness flickers behind him, opening up five small portals in a row. The creatures that step out are very strange. Dancer Nobodies. Suddenly it makes a bit more sense. Zexion rolls his eyes, returning his attention to Azreth and ignoring the Nobodies who are slinking forward. Like Zexion they have no heart. Unlike Zexion, they have no free will and do the bidding of those who do. Zexion know's to whom they answer, but it's of little importance at the moment. He's darting forward, raising the sword. Aiming the tip of the blade at Azreth's chest. Lets see if his aim is improoving then.]

[cuteandschemy]

((OOC Note: The Dancer's look like... This. In case your curious.))

[yuu_chan_kanda]

Demyx, I take it? XD

OOC

[cuteandschemy]

Bingo.

Re: OOC

[yuu_chan_kanda]

That explains a lot. [She's smiling, not explaining how she knows Demyx. She doesn't really expect an response but she'll be delighted if she gets one.]