Post by High's .Valentine. on May 28, 2009 23:12:17 GMT -5
Username: Northie
Current canons: Cid Highwind, Loz
Canon you're auditioning for: Xigbar, the Freeshooter
Media canon is from: KHII
Is the current canon taken?: Not since I last gave him up. XD
Audition post:
“Headshot!”
Zip went the red light as it buried itself in something solid, and thump, went the heavy mass as it crashed to the ground. The figure—dressed in complete black—sneered from inside the shroud darkness of his hood as he flashed past, completely out of position and defying gravity. Mentally congratulating himself for snagging a moving target, he landed on the side of the row of buildings, twisted with one leg as he once again pushed himself into the fray, one arm in front of him and the other in the back. Red lights flashed.
“Leg!” The gruff voice bellowed again, hints of amusement dashed with pride as a bullet pierced a moving limb. “Arm! Stomach! Neck!” An arm was pinned to the cement wall, a stomach pierced, and a throat cut. The screams that pierced the air were almost as sharp and précised as his shooting. Almost. Nothing could match Number II when he decides to play target practice. Like Babe Ruth calling his home runs, the nobody’s sand paper chuckles and calls were barely audible over the shrieks of the town. Now, he wasn’t just doing this for fun, though Xigbar, the Freeshooter, did enjoy—as much as his empty chest allowed him to—an occasional use of people as target practice if his busy schedule allowed him to. But as of now, he was here on business. Xemnas had sent him on a little run for another new member. According to his Number I, there wasn’t enough nobodies in the organization to bring about his current plan. And well, if it suits his Superior, and gets him a heart in the end, then he’d happily do it for his motley crew back in The World that Never Was.
“Reload!” Teasing, Xigbar flipped the gun in his left hand. Immediately, a row of bullets snapped into place. Then it was back to shooting. Another fell, a bullet to her head. “Oh, I’m too good at this.” He chuckled at his excellence in his occupation as he once again landed on the other side of the wall, now running along it with such ease one wondered if there was someone in the background, pulling on the wires on his back. Though his place in the Castle was merely one beneath the Superiors, the Freeshooter seemed to have been recruited into the field work job instead of something administrative. Not that he minded. If Xigbar wasn’t so cool he would have been a workaholic.
“Now, now, which one of you is the lucky member to join my new family?” The town was quiet, except for the occasional moans here and there. Seems no one had the guts to answer the Freeshooter’s question.
“A bunch of wooden ducks, huh? Did I really make that sound so unappealing?” Finally standing upright again, though his steps seemed as if he was about to jump off at any second—the nobody pushed back his hood and with a flick, brushed out his badger patterned pony tail. Though his voice was playful and casual, the nobody had the face of a rough warrior. An ugly scar stretched from the left side of his chin all the way to the bottom of his single good eye. Its uneven coloring and crude pockmark offset Xigbar’s hollow, age-worn face, making him look like a weathered fighter. He was tanner than most of the organization members, who were usually the pale shade of a pearl moon, and his elongated ears gave him a mischievous, elvish look. Not to mention the toothy grin with the canine incisors that would warn most away. He could either be planning out your doom or ways to put you into situations that would appease to him. His voice was strangely thick and slow, reminding many of a slapdash young man with too many years ahead of him to waste on crazy stunts and daredevil tricks. And waste them away Xigbar will. Though youth was not something Xigbar’s features possess—for he must appear at least thirty in age—youth was exactly the thing that puts the spring in his body. He was faster than any member of the Organization, and far more nimble too. Not to mention he acted far younger than most of them.
Crossing a young man, fastened to the wall by two bullets through the wrist, the miserable being moaned as Xigbar clinked pass. “Oh no, not you, dude. Frankly, I don’t need another one of you whiners in the castle. Sorry, man!” Pointing his strangely shaped sniping guns at the young man, Xigbar fired one shot, never stopping in his path. A woman maybe? The castle was filled to the brim with self-important young men, all with their own agenda on their mind. Maybe a gentle, caring female would do the trick…
Sighting a young woman lying in his path, he grinned and snapped his fingers. Small pockets of darkness appeared around his lithe figure, and crawling out of them the small shadows shook and shivered from his summoning. Apparently finding the need to waste his time while doing it, Xigbar counted out the amount of heartless he had summoned, all the while staring with a single yellow eye at the girl lying on the street. “Six of you. You idiots think you can take her on?” The Shadows gave little response, except to strain at the mental hold that was restricting them from jumping on the human. Sighing from their lack of reply—yet that conceited grin of triumph seemed impossible to wipe off—Xigbar shrugged. People just were not listening to him today. “Go fetch,” he chuckled as he let loose the heartless, watching them spring like wolves to a dead carcass.
That smile was thrown off his face when something struck him across the head. Stumbling a bit, Xigbar scowled before turning to find himself face to face with a young boy and his blunt sword, bloodied from the strike to the Freeshooter’s head, pointed directly at the haphazard nobody’s Adam’s apple. Ouch.
“Kneel,” the boy whispered, his voice cracked and wavering, shuddering like the rest of his body was. Xigbar raised an eyebrow watching the frail young man for a few silent seconds, then laughed, his sharp incisors trailing saliva. “What’s that? I didn’t quite hear you, boy.”
“Kneel!” The boy shrieked, his voice breaking as he nudged the sword against Xigbar’s neck. If he was going to strike with that, it was going to hurt, considering how blunt it was. The warm blood slipping down the side of the nobody’s head could only mean how hard the child must have struck when he attacked the unsuspecting nobody.
“Heh, you wanna know something little man?” Suddenly, Xigbar’s arms flashed, and the weapons he was just holding suddenly disappeared as he brought his gloved hands in front of him in a sleazy shrug. The boy watched him, his quivering building up to a small scale earthquake like tremor when he noticed the lackadaisical attitude of the nobody. Xigbar does not fear. Poking the boy’s trembling arms with a finger, Xigbar put a hand on his hip.
“That sword might be too heavy for those stick-like arms of yours—“
“I told you to kneel!” The boy screamed, raising his arms and the rusty sword. “Alright, alright, no need to bawl about it, kiddo.” Plugging his fingers in his ears, the manipulative nobody continued to taunt the kid. The boy paused in his fit of rage, arms still raised above his head. Kneeling slightly so that he was no longer towering over the child, Xigbar lowered his head, then with a chuckle that shook his whole figure, he looked up at the child, a leer on his gaunt face. “I’m kneeling, see?” Well, it seems more like a crouch, but then the Freeshooter suddenly launch himself backwards with a push of his long legs. “As if!” He guffawed as those gloved hands flashed. The boy gurgled, and then collapsed, a laser bullet in his throat, and his arms still rose above his head in a stance of anguish.
Landing lightly, Xigbar wiped cautiously at his noggin, grimacing as he wiped the blood on his jacket. Now, good thing he didn’t a loose one of his elfish ears. Chuckling, the man turned to face the woman his heartless had targeted. The words of the boy were laughable. Xigbar had never kneeled to his Superior, let alone a sorry sod like him. Finding the grounds empty, Xigbar’s grin turned into a look of blunt annoyance. Rubbing his bloodied head, the thick irritation subsided as he gave a mock sigh, then shrug. Hey, life goes on.
“I should just get Number V to go in my place tomorrow. This member search is back breaking work. Now come on,” he waved on the heartless, standing around with their empty noggins, unsure of what to do. “The sooner we finish this, the sooner I can get a break!”
Current canons: Cid Highwind, Loz
Canon you're auditioning for: Xigbar, the Freeshooter
Media canon is from: KHII
Is the current canon taken?: Not since I last gave him up. XD
Audition post:
“Headshot!”
Zip went the red light as it buried itself in something solid, and thump, went the heavy mass as it crashed to the ground. The figure—dressed in complete black—sneered from inside the shroud darkness of his hood as he flashed past, completely out of position and defying gravity. Mentally congratulating himself for snagging a moving target, he landed on the side of the row of buildings, twisted with one leg as he once again pushed himself into the fray, one arm in front of him and the other in the back. Red lights flashed.
“Leg!” The gruff voice bellowed again, hints of amusement dashed with pride as a bullet pierced a moving limb. “Arm! Stomach! Neck!” An arm was pinned to the cement wall, a stomach pierced, and a throat cut. The screams that pierced the air were almost as sharp and précised as his shooting. Almost. Nothing could match Number II when he decides to play target practice. Like Babe Ruth calling his home runs, the nobody’s sand paper chuckles and calls were barely audible over the shrieks of the town. Now, he wasn’t just doing this for fun, though Xigbar, the Freeshooter, did enjoy—as much as his empty chest allowed him to—an occasional use of people as target practice if his busy schedule allowed him to. But as of now, he was here on business. Xemnas had sent him on a little run for another new member. According to his Number I, there wasn’t enough nobodies in the organization to bring about his current plan. And well, if it suits his Superior, and gets him a heart in the end, then he’d happily do it for his motley crew back in The World that Never Was.
“Reload!” Teasing, Xigbar flipped the gun in his left hand. Immediately, a row of bullets snapped into place. Then it was back to shooting. Another fell, a bullet to her head. “Oh, I’m too good at this.” He chuckled at his excellence in his occupation as he once again landed on the other side of the wall, now running along it with such ease one wondered if there was someone in the background, pulling on the wires on his back. Though his place in the Castle was merely one beneath the Superiors, the Freeshooter seemed to have been recruited into the field work job instead of something administrative. Not that he minded. If Xigbar wasn’t so cool he would have been a workaholic.
“Now, now, which one of you is the lucky member to join my new family?” The town was quiet, except for the occasional moans here and there. Seems no one had the guts to answer the Freeshooter’s question.
“A bunch of wooden ducks, huh? Did I really make that sound so unappealing?” Finally standing upright again, though his steps seemed as if he was about to jump off at any second—the nobody pushed back his hood and with a flick, brushed out his badger patterned pony tail. Though his voice was playful and casual, the nobody had the face of a rough warrior. An ugly scar stretched from the left side of his chin all the way to the bottom of his single good eye. Its uneven coloring and crude pockmark offset Xigbar’s hollow, age-worn face, making him look like a weathered fighter. He was tanner than most of the organization members, who were usually the pale shade of a pearl moon, and his elongated ears gave him a mischievous, elvish look. Not to mention the toothy grin with the canine incisors that would warn most away. He could either be planning out your doom or ways to put you into situations that would appease to him. His voice was strangely thick and slow, reminding many of a slapdash young man with too many years ahead of him to waste on crazy stunts and daredevil tricks. And waste them away Xigbar will. Though youth was not something Xigbar’s features possess—for he must appear at least thirty in age—youth was exactly the thing that puts the spring in his body. He was faster than any member of the Organization, and far more nimble too. Not to mention he acted far younger than most of them.
Crossing a young man, fastened to the wall by two bullets through the wrist, the miserable being moaned as Xigbar clinked pass. “Oh no, not you, dude. Frankly, I don’t need another one of you whiners in the castle. Sorry, man!” Pointing his strangely shaped sniping guns at the young man, Xigbar fired one shot, never stopping in his path. A woman maybe? The castle was filled to the brim with self-important young men, all with their own agenda on their mind. Maybe a gentle, caring female would do the trick…
Sighting a young woman lying in his path, he grinned and snapped his fingers. Small pockets of darkness appeared around his lithe figure, and crawling out of them the small shadows shook and shivered from his summoning. Apparently finding the need to waste his time while doing it, Xigbar counted out the amount of heartless he had summoned, all the while staring with a single yellow eye at the girl lying on the street. “Six of you. You idiots think you can take her on?” The Shadows gave little response, except to strain at the mental hold that was restricting them from jumping on the human. Sighing from their lack of reply—yet that conceited grin of triumph seemed impossible to wipe off—Xigbar shrugged. People just were not listening to him today. “Go fetch,” he chuckled as he let loose the heartless, watching them spring like wolves to a dead carcass.
That smile was thrown off his face when something struck him across the head. Stumbling a bit, Xigbar scowled before turning to find himself face to face with a young boy and his blunt sword, bloodied from the strike to the Freeshooter’s head, pointed directly at the haphazard nobody’s Adam’s apple. Ouch.
“Kneel,” the boy whispered, his voice cracked and wavering, shuddering like the rest of his body was. Xigbar raised an eyebrow watching the frail young man for a few silent seconds, then laughed, his sharp incisors trailing saliva. “What’s that? I didn’t quite hear you, boy.”
“Kneel!” The boy shrieked, his voice breaking as he nudged the sword against Xigbar’s neck. If he was going to strike with that, it was going to hurt, considering how blunt it was. The warm blood slipping down the side of the nobody’s head could only mean how hard the child must have struck when he attacked the unsuspecting nobody.
“Heh, you wanna know something little man?” Suddenly, Xigbar’s arms flashed, and the weapons he was just holding suddenly disappeared as he brought his gloved hands in front of him in a sleazy shrug. The boy watched him, his quivering building up to a small scale earthquake like tremor when he noticed the lackadaisical attitude of the nobody. Xigbar does not fear. Poking the boy’s trembling arms with a finger, Xigbar put a hand on his hip.
“That sword might be too heavy for those stick-like arms of yours—“
“I told you to kneel!” The boy screamed, raising his arms and the rusty sword. “Alright, alright, no need to bawl about it, kiddo.” Plugging his fingers in his ears, the manipulative nobody continued to taunt the kid. The boy paused in his fit of rage, arms still raised above his head. Kneeling slightly so that he was no longer towering over the child, Xigbar lowered his head, then with a chuckle that shook his whole figure, he looked up at the child, a leer on his gaunt face. “I’m kneeling, see?” Well, it seems more like a crouch, but then the Freeshooter suddenly launch himself backwards with a push of his long legs. “As if!” He guffawed as those gloved hands flashed. The boy gurgled, and then collapsed, a laser bullet in his throat, and his arms still rose above his head in a stance of anguish.
Landing lightly, Xigbar wiped cautiously at his noggin, grimacing as he wiped the blood on his jacket. Now, good thing he didn’t a loose one of his elfish ears. Chuckling, the man turned to face the woman his heartless had targeted. The words of the boy were laughable. Xigbar had never kneeled to his Superior, let alone a sorry sod like him. Finding the grounds empty, Xigbar’s grin turned into a look of blunt annoyance. Rubbing his bloodied head, the thick irritation subsided as he gave a mock sigh, then shrug. Hey, life goes on.
“I should just get Number V to go in my place tomorrow. This member search is back breaking work. Now come on,” he waved on the heartless, standing around with their empty noggins, unsure of what to do. “The sooner we finish this, the sooner I can get a break!”
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao