Castle Oblivion's Nue [Open]

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The castle stood as it always had, dark and looming against a darker, empty space. Organization XIII had long abandoned the castle, leaving it behind as wasted space. Nothing around for miles but the ledge it sat on. Rather depressing really, but it was the only home he knew. The world in which his career as a gunman started. The world in which his existence was created. He had the little world all to himself. No one dared come near for the effects it had on outsiders. It was both lonely and peacefully relaxing.

Nue climbed the slope to the front door, lingered only for a moment until the castle recognized his presence, and stepped inside. The large double doors squealed on its hinges before slamming closed behind him, echoing. The brunette sighed, and made his way lazily down the corridor, each step bouncing off the tiled walls around him. At the end, stood a second door, of which he raised a blank card to. For a moment, he just sort of stood there, waiting for the damn door to read the card and he frowned, starting to feel just a little bit ridiculous. Then, it opened and admitted Nue into his own illusion of a home.

It was a single room, no bigger than a small studio apartment. It had everything he needed to live: bed to the right corner, desk beside that, kitchen across the way complete with fridge, sink and stove, closet to his left and a single window that often changed scenery, depending on which memory he lingered on. The room was in a organized mess. Just the way he liked it. Dishes yet to be washed, bed not made, clothes dispersed in a confusion across the floor, books and paper work piled under the window, ammunition, tools and other pieces of weaponry scattered across his desk. He knew where everything was, despite the appearance of a wreck sight. Still, even though he knew he didn't get any visitors, he still glanced about to see if everything was in its place.

Unbuckling the clasp to the weapons holster around his waist, he dropped it to the floor beside his bed and promptly slumped back to a sit on the mattress. He sat for several minutes. Listening. Listening to nothing. Gazing down at his travel worn boots of which he contemplated on kicking off. Nue felt like indulging himself into a long nap or perhaps flip the radio on which was... lost somewhere on his desk, but the mess upon his books of unfiled requests sat waiting and demanding for his attention. So, with an annoyed grunt, he moved his position to his office chair. What was it going to be this time? Assassination? Heartless exterminator? Body guard? Gawd, what he wouldn't give for something just a little more, exciting.

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Tick, tock, tick, tock. The sounds a clock would make right? Well, you'd be correct of course, but a clock wasn't making the echoing taps that resounded and rebounded throughout the area now. Hardly, it was more like...a clacking, yes a clacking...but what was it being made by? Shoes! Yes of course, black dress shoes colliding with the ground at every step, that was the obvious and evident source of the sound.

Who were these feet connected to though? Who would be stupid, strong, or foolish enough to be out here in the world of Castle Oblivion? And who in their right mind would be crazy enough to be walking TOWARDS the castle instead of away from it!? Who would actually want to visit this horrible, abandoned place that had such a negative sway on most visitors to enter it's boundaries?

The answer may have been more surprising than the question to the onlooker of he who possessed these feet. He was a boy, roughly six feet tall in height with purple hair cut short and spiky, and violet eyes. He was wearing a very plain set of clothes, consisting of a black shirt, black pants, black socks, black, fingerless gloves, and of course the aforementioned black dress shoes. Black is the new black after all.

His footsteps ceased however as he came to the gigantic double doors that lay as the entrance to the castle. Was he seriously going to enter it? What could a boy like him possibly want at a dismal place like this? Without a word, or an answer to any of these questions, he raised his right hand extending it and knocking on the door three times. The echo produced would no doubt be one of the most astounding things to happen to this uninhabited place in a long time.

He slowly returned the hand to his side, the boy maintaining a very unnaturally relaxed stance with a slight smirk upon his face as he waited, hoping someone would be at home undoubtedly, but why would he want to actually find out? What would he do if they did answer? Bah, questions, questions, what would telling anyone do but ruin the suspense? And so he waited, relaxed and calm, for someone to answer the door to Castle Oblivion.

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While the brunette had been shuffling through requests, a loud noise startled the silence he had come so used to. He flinched, sitting upright in his chair as his hearing strained to identify what it was that skittered through the castle. At first, he didn't understand it. It echoed through the castle and rattled through the dust of the more unvisited parts of the complex. What was it that was making this noise? There couldn't be anyone else here but him. There never was anyone else.

Frowning, concerned, Nue pushed himself out of his cushioned chair and rose, listening intently for the sound again. It didn't come again, but at this point, he realized what it was. Someone is at the front door. He juggled the idea of answering or ignoring. Although, curiosity of just who it was that came to pay him of all people a visit was very overpowering. I suppose I could always chase them off.

Being the cautious guy he was, Nue curled his fingers around one of the automatic weapons, lifting the gun to rest the barrel against one shoulder. Whoever it was, he wasn't about to answer without being properly prepared if it happened to be a threat. Which wasn't entirely unaccountable. And, excusing himself from his own private lodgings, he stepped out into the white halls that lead to the front double doors. With a frown plastered to his face, he reached out and pushed one of the doors open. As the left door swung open, he was greeted by a boy who, amusingly enough, looked like one big bruise to him. The purples and blacks that made up his appearance stuck out sore against white tiles and empty colorings of Castle Oblivion.

Nue observed the boy before him, an eyebrow arching in question. He met the other's violet eyes with his own darker chocolate ones. "What?" It was a simple question, in need of a simple answer. If anything, he could just slam the door in the kid's face if he didn't like said answer.

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The boy stood quietly, a happy smile plastered on his face as he stood unmoving for a second, his long, pointed ears ignoring the uninterested, or perhaps interested, tone of the other boy's voice. He pushed by the boy nonchalantly, stepping inside the castle and looking around, gazing at everything casually as he checked the architecture and color schemes.

When Nue turned around he would be greeted with a surprise however, because he wasn't exactly going to find the same purple haired boy again. Well, maybe it wouldn't be a surprise to him, but that was yet to be seen. Whatever the case the boy had been replaced entirely before Nue could turn around, a clown now in his place.

The clown, with his green and gold pants, over sized yellow boots, and red shirt with enormous shoulder pads paced around curiously, surveying the construction of the castle. His orange hair and dark red eyes turned every which way as he looked for any points of interest, the mask covering the upper part of his face adding the final touch to his outfit.

"Wonderful place you've got here." He said as he turned back to Nue. "Get it from someone? Perhaps...no one?" He chuckled at the thought of the terrible pun he'd just made before continuing. "Ah, but what is such a general word. What do I want, what am I doing here, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera." He motioned off into space with his white gloved hands before bringing them back down to his sides.

"All of those questions could be asked of you as well you know. But, do forgive my rudeness." At this, he draped his right arm over his chest, bowing respectfully before standing back up and returning his arm to his side again. "I am Pierr. At your service. And you are?" He stood there, waiting for his answer calmly as he looked the boy over, not the least bit intimidated.

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A clown? Nue wasn't entirely expecting that. In fact, he wasn't even sure how or why he stepped aside enough for the guest to get through the front door. What was he? A Heartless..? It would explain why the Castle had no effect on him, but why would he be here?

Nue's dark eyes met into an annoyed scowl as he turned to face the other, obvious not amused at all about his little reference to the Castle's previous inhabitants. The clown had a gift with words and avoided his single worded question. He felt uncomfortable about allowing this person to enter his home, yet he did nothing to force him out but keep a sharp glare on him. Castle Oblivion's double doors finally closed shut with a echoing boom as the gunman released it.

The clown introduced himself. It was proper manners to respond afterwords, correct? The brunette leveled the other, hesitating, allowing the Castle's silence to relax his nerves enough to not release a bullet through the other's head.

"Nue," he responded curtly. "...And what do you mean 'At your service?' What is it you want here?" His gaze hardened, if that was at all possible. At this point, Nue was obviously annoyed and growing probably a little pissed off. "And don't avoid the question."

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"Well...I've always wanted to come to this place master Nue." The clown replied quaintly as he turned once more to look at the structure and design of the castle. A very well built place, the color scheme was just perfect to fit it all. It was regal, if not just a bit plain, but that was to be expected of course.

"Never got around to it though...until now obviously." He turned back to the boy, looking very amused by his annoyed and frankly edgy mannerisms. "But, I didn't know, before you ask, that this place was inhabited by anyone. I thought it was abandoned long ago by the black cloak club." He chuckled at his pun, letting out a contented sigh afterward.

"Now then, on to business. As you can plainly see Nue, I am a clown, and it is my job to entertain people usually...but I came here hoping to entertain myself gunman." With a simple clasp of his hands the area around Pierr erupted into a cloud of smoke and colorful confetti, clearing just seconds later to reveal two strange puppet-like creatures of wood and metal.

They stood there, blank expressions on their face as they stood in place without the least movement, one on each side of the clown. "These are my assistants of course. After all, every clown needs good assistants." He chuckled again, looking briefly at the two puppets before looking back up at Nue.

"So, tell me..." He began as he watched the boy carefully. "How do you suggest, master Nue, that I get some entertainment around this place? Any ideas?" Before he could reply, Pierr quickly raised his right hand, a burst of light ensuing before a card appeared floating above his palm. He quickly grabbed the card between his index and middle fingers and draped his arm across his body at an upward angle, resting the card just above his left shoulder, by his cheek.