#theshadow; answers

[tenevaya]

@vibraea​:  “ you’re not alone . you’re stuck with me forever . sorry . ”

Hurt / Comfort | Currently accepting.

No one needed to see them like this: gasping for breath, tear streaks down their cheeks, blue eyes widened in absolute terror. Ienzo worked tirelessly to avoid anyone seeing them panicked. 

One hand on their chest as they remembered to breathe, the other on the ground helping them sit up. Brain full of jumbled thoughts--what happened? A familiar voice caught their attention as they looked to Gemiya. Had she been there since their episode started, or did she just arrive? How much did she see? Too much. She saw too much. No one could see them like this.

An episode in the middle of the day, and in a public place. Ienzo wasn’t sure they wanted to know what sparked it. The hand on their chest moved to comb through their hair. No energy to run, much less stand up, or attempt a spell to send Gemiya away. Besides, she told them they were stuck with her. They needed to see how long it took for her to regret such words.

“Did I...” The words left their lips, but they didn’t know what others should follow. A pause as they tried to piece together at least one sentence. Their breathing now under control, they needed to attempt normalcy. “... How much did you see?”

[growinggardensys]

Atacama and Cucumber

A blurb about my character for @wofsecrets-in-theshadows

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Deep in the ocean, beneath the waves crashing along the shores of Phyrria, somewhere nestled in an air pocket, a young dragonet calls out in a scratchy voice.

I’m getting better, he thought, after being cooped up in that silent hatchery for so long . . . I’m getting so much better at talking. The young dragon giggled to himself and coughed as the dry air filled his gills. It would take more getting used to.

He sank back into the water carefully and dreamt of finally going above the surface like all the older dragons. He would be able to pull down his first trespasser! Maybe he’d just seek out a dragon to pull for fun! Maybe he could even just talk to them. With a voice! The daydream melted away as the white dragon saw a flash of light appear in the distance. The darkness of the sea floor rarely felt any light besides his own or the light of a-

Atacama looks towards the source, his deep eyes searching for something. Someone. A school of fish swim by, their scales glinting in the light from the dragonet’s scales. Beyond them, spires form up in craggy hills on the ocean floor and the distant form of a shark navigating through a rock formation. The glowing dragonet gazed intently at the ridge and some scales of his lit up in the phonetic sequence of ATACAMA.

There was no reply. He moved gingerly towards the ridge where the light came from. CUCUMBER ? Atacama asked this time. Still no reply. He rushed over the rocks, his wings propelling him through the water while his tail drifted behind. His thought were cluttered as he swam. Was that Cucumber? She said that she would come out and help him with his speaking when the rest of the hatchery guardians were done with their shift. They should be done by now, was something wrong? Who was that over the rocks?

As he burst out over the rocks he saw the large form of a dark dragon staring at him. Panic and fear wove through his heart when he saw who it was standing over, who’s gills it had its grubby claws on. CUCUMBER. WHO. DARK. DRAGON. ? He flashed out as hard as he could, hoping that Cucumber would understand. A dim, barely glowing light came from the green dragon’s HELP scale.

Without realizing, the small white dragonet was barreling full-speed at the dark dragon’s chest, hoping to knock it off balance or wind it. Just before he collided into it the shadowy dragon leapt up, it’s tail seeming to drip behind it, and started swimming towards the surface. Atacama fell onto Cucumber’s shoulders and shook himself as his adrenaline seeped out of him. The green dragon below him let out shudders as she sucked water through her gills. The webbing across her legs was scratched up and her snout has a nasty scratch across it that was letting blood into the water.

US. GO. HOME. -a pause- GET. HELP. Atacama flashes in front of the battered dragon, pushing himself under her to try and drag her towards the colony. The weight was almost too much for the little dragonet, but he kept going. Cucumber was his favorite guardian, though he wouldn’t let the others know that. She always waited for him to calm down after throwing a fit and was there to patiently listen. She was the first one to suggest his speaking lessons due to his overwhelming meltdowns. Cucumber was like a mother to Atacama, a real one, not the one who left him behind, and now she was hurt.

The guarding dragons propelled towards the two others as they approached. Atacama heaved with relief as the weight of his guardian was lifted off of him. The guards, Squid and Nurse, had taken Cucumber to the colony medic when he flashed the “HURT” scale. Atacama was left waiting at the colony’s entrance. He had time to proccess what had just happened now. He had to make a choice.

The dragon, the thing that hurt Cucumber was still out there. He had no idea why it attacked her, but he knew one thing for sure. He would follow that thing until he found answers, until he could avenge his wounded guardian. Atacama bolted off, propelling himself through a nearby steam vent and going in the direction of the dripping creature. He would find it. Even if that meant he would have to surface for the first time in his life.

[ehlexis-bdb]

Drama Part One

Co-written with @UniqueLadyNyx & @AlluringChosen

Nyx:  I was a Chosen bred to serve the Brotherhood.  It was an honor when asked to give of my blood to one of the Brothers.  It was that easy.  There was nothing else.  There was no attachments to whoever we gave our blood to.  So when the shellans started to get upset over our feeding the males it was very confusing.   It started to get very uncomfortable to be at the camp.  There was talk about going back to the sanctuary.  I didn’t like that idea.  I loved the camp, it was freedom.  I loved the outdoors, there was always something to do.  I could go outside and sit and do my coloring artwork.   I could look at the moon and stars and inhale the night air.  Everything was discombobulated.  The shellans had left the manse and their males, some for good.  I could understand the shellans point of view, but the Chosen, in my eyes were just women who helped out the Brotherhood.  We give our blood freely asking nothing in return.  All we had was honor whenever we fed one of the Brothers.  We were fulfilling what we were bred for.  We didn’t want to be enemies of the shellans, we wanted to be their friends, but at the moment we were the adversaries.  I found myself hiding away in a corner or in my room trying to stay away from the shellans.  The only question was whether the Chosen would stay at the camp or be sent back to the Sanctuary.  @AlluringChosen

Cormia: *I sat in the camp hearing all the chitter chat that was going on and hearing rumors that some the chosen wanted to go back to the sanctuary and I was not about to let that happen, I had to talk to a few of the chosen to get the record straight with going into great detail about what was really happening. I took a couple of the chosen aside and I started to speak in a low ton almost whispering but then I took them both to the place in which I shared with #Phury.*  “Ehlexis, Nyx there is something that I should tell you both. If you have time I will help you both catch up with the duties on the camp if you both listen to me for a bit.”  @Ehlexis_BDB

Ehlexis: *Walking through the halls of the Great Camp towards the entrance so I could go out and talk a walk outside before sunup to try to clear my head. These last few months have been intense around here since the shellans have moved in. The sisters and I have been the only ones here, well except The Primale. Though sometimes Rehv and #TheShadows used to visit a few days a month, but not in the last few years. My thoughts scattered as Cormia pulled me aside with Nyx. I wondered what she wanted to discuss.* @UniqueLadyNyx

Nyx:  When Cormia pulled myself and my sister Ehlexis aside taking us to the #Primale’s place my brow furrowed.  She said she was going to explain things to us.  That is something that my sisters and I have been waiting for.  No one had told us anything when the Shellans had just started to turn up.  Even when things started to get beyond intense.  I guess the rumblings of the Chosen going back to the Sanctuary was worrisome enough that we were finally going to get some answers.  I took a seat and sat silently waiting to hear what Cormia wanted to tell us. @AlluringChosen

Cormia: “Sisters there is some friction going on at the Brotherhood compound. I am sure that there is nothing to worry about. I just wanted you both to be aware of what is going on around you and the other Chosen and shellans. What I am trying to say is that look after one another and don’t let your guard down. Phury and I will be on hand here to help out when it is needed but for now to be honest I think that it is a good idea that we all stick together at the moment.” *Grabbing some water by the well making my way back over to the sisters again.* “Phury and I both think that until then and if I manage to get a meeting with the King of the race. It is best for us to stay here. It is not my choice of course.” @Ehlexis_BDB

Ehlexis: *As Cormia explained the tension that The Great Camp was experiencing I understood now why the shellans had moved in. It made sense but it made me wonder if things would get better before they got worse. The Chosen have been here by themselves these last past few years so it was an adjustment for everyone. Though it was nice to have #Boo here roaming in the halls since the Queen had moved in, he’s been making his rounds getting to know all the females and getting a lay of the land. Seems we had another male living here. I shook my head and back to the conversation at hand.* I know some of the others were thinking about going back to the Sanctuary … it might be a good idea; we need to back to refresh since we are not feeding on this side. @UniqueLadyNyx

Nyx:  I’m normally shy even around my sisters, but since it was just Cormia and Ehlexis I found my voice.  I took a deep breath and spoke.  “I understand and I feel bad for the shellans and what’s been going on with the Brotherhood, but it is hard when you are made to feel like you are doing something wrong when you have to feed one of the males.  We’re not doing anything wrong, we are doing what we were bred for.  It is a very uncomfortable feeling.  We’re not trying to take their hellrens away but it’s the feeling that we get from them.  The only feeling that I feel when someone feeds from me is honor.  I don’t feel anything else, but I don’t know how to convey that to the shellens.  I don’t want to leave here, I love it here it is my home, but on the other hand I don’t want to feel this way among the shellans.  I can’t speak for any of my sisters but that is why there’s rumblings that the Chosen want to go back to the Sanctuary.  @AlluringChosen

Cormia: *I spoke softly to both of my sisters.* “Sisters ! I understand how you both feel.  I can say that it will get better; things will be tough for a while until I get to speak to someone about this and I can’t even get an answer from the Scribe Virgin. She is not wanting to speak to me at all. Phury and I both think that is would be in the best interests of everyone if you stay here with us where he can keep an eye out for everyone. I have to agree with him at the moment. I will hopefully get a chance to speak to Wrath at some point to tell him what the Chosen want and how everyone is feeling. I don’t want to put anyone in danger. My family is here I want to keep everyone safe. I am sure that you both, sisters mine, can understand this.” @Ehlexis_BDB

Ehlexis: *Listening to both Nyx and Cormia … I know that there is plenty of work ahead for us all. This is just another chapter of lives with the division of the Brotherhood household. All of the shellans were here at The Great Camp with the exception of our sister Layla and her twins. We were welcome to visit her at the manse to keep her company and we did so often when we came to fulfill our duties for the Brotherhood. The males were steadfast fighting the war against the Lessening army so the need for blood was crucial for their healing process with the trauma they often sustained. The Primale could summon the Chosen more easily on The Otherside since the modern devices did not work well in the Sanctuary so it made sense that he would want to keep us on this side.* Yes, you are right Cormia. It would make it easier on Phury for us to stay on this side rather than tallying longer at the Sanctuary more than necessary. Perhaps an option would be for some of us to stay here until other arrangements can be made. @UniqueLadyNyx

Nyx:  What if we have a sit down with the shellans and tried to talk this out?  I think the Scribe Virgin is wanting us to settle this amongst ourselves, that is why she has been silent.  There are times when we need help and there are others not so much.  Troubled times brings about despair and paranoia.  If we were to talk to the shellans and let them know, show them we aren’t trying to steal the males maybe it would help the situation.  I’m up to trying anything at this point.  I sympathize to their plight.  No one likes to be feel alone.  I wish there was more that I we could do to help, but it is something that only they can sort out and hopefully fix.  They chose to leave the manse and come here.  This is our home, we shouldn’t have to feel like outsiders.   They know that we are here just to be of service to the Brotherhood, to give of our blood when it is necessary.  We aren’t wanting anything else.  They need to hear that from us, to see that we aren’t the enemy.  @AlluringChosen

Cormia: *Looking to both of my sisters.* “I think that you are correct Nyx. The Scribe Virgin is wanting to fix this problem ourselves, I really need her advice at the moment. But I can’t find any way of getting it at this moment in time. So we just have to do what we are doing at the moment until Phury and I hear something from Wrath at the Brotherhood compound.  I am also sure that the shellans will understand what we do here in the camp. Nyx I think that the females will know that we are not going to steal their mates when their backs are tuned. I promise we will get all of things sorted out once Phury and I have our meeting.” @Ehlexis_BDB

Ehlexis: *Feeling slightly outnumbered, I nodded in agreement and hoped for the best out of an unusual situation.* We have a plan … now we just need to find the opportune moment to have a meeting with the Chosen and shellans together. Perhaps you should speak with The Primale first, Cormia to make sure we are all on board with the plan. Perhaps Phury could offer some insight that we aren’t seeing. *Hoping for the best I make my exit and bow towards my sisters.* Forgive me, but I must take my leave, I’ve been summoned to the manse for a feeding for one of the soldiers. Fare thee well. *I walked back towards the entrance of the foyer and exit. Taking a deep breath, I spread my molecules to the wind … traveling towards the Brotherhood Compound.*

Nyx:  Fare thee well sister mine.  *I watched her leave wondering when it would be my turn to feed one of the Warriors.  I turned back to Cormia.*  I think Ehlexis is right we need a meeting with the Primale and then a meeting with the shellans.  This situation is already out of hand and I know no one wants it to get any worse.  I dislike having the shellans even more upset than they already were when they came here.  We are used to peace and tranquility not chaos.  *I said softly.*   As I said I feel for the shellans but none of the issues with the males is our fault.  *I sigh in frustration.  I was usually very quiet and hardly said anything but in this case I had a voice and I was using it.*  It isn’t in my nature to be angry, but I’m finding myself angered.  I don’t like the feeling.  I like feeling happy and contented.  It is the Chosen way.  We need order again sister mine.  

Cormia:  “I agree with you Ehlexis. I think that I should talk again with Phury and see what he says. Then we shall both talk to the shellans and the Chosen together to tell you what we have decided and if the meeting with Wrath will go ahead. If we hear any news at all we shall let you know.”  *I watched Ehlexis walking away fearing that I never really got my point across at all.* “Nyx, I don’t like it this way I want everything to be back to normal, I want the Brothers and the shellans together again. I will try to make this happen. All I know it that I fear for the future.”

[tenevaya]

@urbdevinspire​:  Ansem had told him about the young orphan he'd taken in. Reeve hadn't thought too much about it -- it was such an Ansem thing to do. Still, he nearly had a heart attack on turning around and /seeing/ the boy behind him, hovering just over his shoulder for a better look at the control panel. "H...ello?" he said, trying to control his racing heart.

Ienzo had not yet met everyone who worked for Ansem. Fresh out of recovery, their new guardian allowed them to leave the castle for short periods at a time--so long as they were not alone. Technically, they weren’t alone now. For a while now, they followed someone working around the castle. Right now, said someone was working on... something. Unfortunately, they were a tad too short to see exactly what that something was.

Well, now that they had his attention... Right. Words. They could use words. English. Yes. No, they couldn’t speak just yet. Pulling out their notepad, they wrote, “Hello,” back, holding it up for the man to see.

[tenevaya]

@integrumsol​​:  🗝

Masquerade Ball | Currently accepting.

       If anyone asked Ienzo, and most knew better, they would consider this ball a waste of time. Yes, celebrating the end of the new Organization XIII, and the return of countless hearts, seemed fine. But, did it have to be formal? Did those in charge of managing this event have to hearken back to what some called Radiant Garden’s glory days? An informal setting with a feast would have done fine.

      Nevertheless, Ienzo stood in a corner, their hair changed to a dark brown. Hopefully, no one would be able to recognize them like this, especially with the mask. They rarely wore green, hence their choice of gown tonight. Their arms stayed folded over their chest. One hour. That was what they resigned themself to before they could leave. It wouldn’t be too hard to mingle for an hour, yes?

      Unless the person who chose to stand next to them happened to be terrifying.

      Ienzo should’ve expected Lea to come. He lived here, after all. It didn’t stop the apprentice from nearly jumping at the sight of him. Calm. They could stay calm. No need to cause a scene. Lea wouldn’t do anything here, and neither would they.

      “... Hi Lea,” they said, attempting to smile, “Nice to see you?” That shouldn’t have been a question. Right at this moment, they wanted to hit their head against the nearest wall. “How are things?”

[tenevaya]

@rainbowxfmuses​:  🍺 (For Roxas)

Drunken Confessions | Not accepting.

Generally, Zexion avoided drinking, particularly enough to make them drunk. However, with no one in the immediate vicinity to notice their half-empty bottle of vodka, they decided it was safe. They only needed to leave the other half of the bottle alone.

Their weakening resolve did not bode well. Besides, no one else in the castle liked vodka... did they? Roxas was not old enough to drink anyhow.

“Am I the only one who looks at ‘im and sees Ventus?” they mused aloud, “I can’t be the only one who remembers Ventus. Shouldn’t he look like Sora or somethin’?” A few more sips of vodka. “Something's rotten in the state of Denmark. I know it.”

[tenevaya]

@lordofoblivion​: “War is Hell, and it never ends.”

Starter Sentences | Not accepting.

Unfortunately, he had a point. Ienzo let out a sigh as their gaze bore into the wall opposite of them. The heroes defeated Xehanort, but Sora and Kairi... it wasn’t over.

“This is a different hell than I am accustomed to,” they admitted, “And not what I imagined it would resemble.” They glanced to Lauriam. “Who are we fighting this time?”

[tenevaya]

@twilighttwin​:  “Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.” ((sleepy Nobody who refuses to sleep fell asleep finally))

Physical Contact Starters | Currently accepting.

      Ienzo, if they were honest, did not notice. Their new book drew them in, the outside world fading around them. At some point, Roxas sat next to them--they didn’t know when, or if he said anything. It was the movement coupled with his voice that caught their attention, causing them to close their book most of the way to look at him. To them, he still looked tired. If he managed to fall asleep against what was undoubtedly an uncomfortable pillow, perhaps he should continue.

      “I do not object,” they replied, looking back to their book, “You need the sleep, and you were not interrupting my reading. You can return to sleep if you wish.”

[tenevaya]

@lordofoblivion: “You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

Extremely Exhausted | Currently accepting.

The fact that Lauriam managed to get them to their bed was a miracle. Then again, Ienzo did not recall him doing so. Before their apparent blackout, they sat at the laboratory computer working on the CLAYMORE system. It still needed work.

Now, it needed to include how to prevent certain former Organization XIII members from entering the castle.

They wore a deep frown as they sat up in bed, arms crossed. This wouldn’t stand. They needed to get back to work, and finish their latest patch to the system. How to get past Lauriam, though...

“You do not have the authority to give me orders,” they spat, “Therefore, you will leave my room, and allow me to return to work.”

[tenevaya]

@darkheartedprince​ “Give Me Some Advice”

Random Advice | Currently accepting.

"Is this advice you plan on listening to?” they asked, “If so, I would suggest you go to sleep. Do not do so with Sleep spells, however--they are not guaranteed to work, especially with frequent use. Find the source of your issue with sleep, and tackle it like you do with larger, ‘heroic’ issues.” Their sarcasm was evident as they rolled their eyes. “If you are afraid of facing whatever is stopping you from sleeping, what does that say about you?”

With a sigh, they turned around, and shrugged. “Since I doubt you will listen to said advice, here is more that will undoubtedly go unheard: killing someone by stabbing them in the heart is much more difficult than it looks, and requires a fair amount of force. It would be easier to slice an artery, particularly one of carotid arteries, and allow the subject to bleed out. On a different subject: if you are looking to make an apple pie, use more than one apple. Granny Smiths are the ones you should start with, but mixing in others allows for a better flavor.”

[tenevaya]

@elexricainxania​: “We’re married.” (Greek Gods verse)

Marriage | Currently accepting.

Even now, the god of illusion barely slept. Ienzo sat on their side of the bed, glancing over as Elrena stirred. Had they woken her? Idly, they wondered if they fell asleep without knowing it, and allowed their nightmares to seep into reality. Again. 

What sort of nightmares kept gods awake? They refused to say.

“Did I wake you?” they asked, allowing their true voice through. Most of the other gods, and all mortals, only heard them speak in borrowed and stolen voices. A variety of voices went well with their frequently-changing form. Elrena was the exception. The goddess of storm could see them as they truly existed. After all, it was the least they could do for the one they chose to wed.

[tenevaya]

@keyblade-nocturne​:  🗝

Masquerade Ball | Currently accepting.

       "This would be the perfect opportunity for reconnaissance,” was what Zexion said. If Demyx protested, they either did not hear him, or they ignored every word.  

      Not too far from the ball itself, Zexion put their hand to their chin in thought. A minute or so passed as they watched this world’s denizens enter the building in their formal attire. Another minute passed by before they nodded to themself, pushing back their hair to reveal both eyes. Their magic went to work without a word. Within a few seconds, their hair color changed to black as their cloak changed to a gown, a mask on their face to match it.

      “Now, you can either come with me,” they started, blue eyes looking to Demyx, “And help me complete this mission. Or, I can go alone, do the report, and inform Seven that you left early.” To stay in character, the one they designed in their mind only seconds ago, they offered him their hand. “I can handle your attire. Just tell me what you want.”

[tenevaya]

@freeshooterxig​: "What's the sassiest thing you could say to Xehanort if you had the chance?" [/be nice >D]

Can’t Tell a Lie | Currently accepting. | 1/5

“I believe he would kill me before I had the chance to speak with him,” they answered. Naturally, they had plenty of things they wished to say to Xehanort--all lined up in order from most important to least. Alas, speaking ill of Xehanort, no matter what his actions were, did not count as “nice.” “Even then, I imagine he would most certainly kill me after speaking.”

[tenevaya]

@lordofoblivion​:  👫

Relationship Headcanons | Currently accepting.

1. Zexion did not think much of Marluxia when he initially joined. Initially suspicious of his memory loss, they concluded he suffered memory loss due to losing his heart. 

2. Their suspicions came back when Xemnas placed Marluxia in charge of Castle Oblivion. Not only did they wonder why Marluxia got that power, and not a Founder, but they suspected Xemnas might be up to something. Turns out they were right.

3. When the new Organization XIII revealed itself, Ienzo was surprised to see Marluxia in the ranks. Hadn’t his rebellion shown he wanted nothing to do with Xemnas? They still ask themself this question.

4. Ienzo gets all of their knowledge of flower language from Lauriam. They hold onto every dried plant he gives them in their room. Outside of their clothing and books, they’re the only possessions Ienzo owns.��

[tenevaya]

@blackasteriia​:  “Are you really trying to help?” (She can do her own stitches :

Something’s Wrong | Currently accepting.

     “A surprise for both of us, I know,” they quipped, “In my experience, it is much easier for someone else to do stitches. But, if you wish to do them yourself...” They stepped back, giving Xion space. “I will not interfere.”

[tenevaya]

Anonymous: So Xigbar's kind of out of your league. No offence. But he talks dumb, is really annoying, and doesn't even know how to fight. At least go after Marluxia. He has pink hair and looks like some fun.

Insult someone my muse cares about | Currently accepting.

“Out of my league how?” They raised an eyebrow before chuckling, and shaking their head. “You fell for his ruse then. I will have to let him know how effective it is. As for Marluxia... I am not sure how much ‘fun’ I would have with him. He and I do not regularly cross paths.”