I can't lose it here~

[III]

I thought I lost this list. Welp, if it goes here I won't.

Roight. This is going for epic role-play discount later. Stay tuned. :3

Xaldin has been shaved, attacked by gravity, kicked in the shin, given a wrench-induced concussion and horrifically disfigured with permanent marker. He has experienced massive alcohol-induced dementia, been stepped on the face, attacked by lamposts, shoved headfirst into lamposts and been beaten up by a little girl. He has also had his hair pulled.

He has been stabbed with his own lance, punched in the gut, walloped on the nose. He has been shot in the back with lasers, and pelted by shrapnel from his own brooms. He occasionally remembers that time when he was shot at with a raygun and shot *with* that raygun (as well as with digital tiles) by six-armed midget who proceeded to chuck pieces of the road at him and totally broke his arm. He can go on and on about that time Namine hit him with Ragnorak and the Repliku burned him with a Dark Firaga or that time in Greece where he shot himself with his own dragonshape cannon for entirely logical reasons. Of course.

He has been buried by a sandstorm, attacked by a fastball Heartless, as well as by a momma's boy who was faster than he appeared.

Sora killed him once already, so it's quite easily understandable that the next time they met, the youngin hit Xaldin with an Explosion and then sadistically used thunder. Cheeky kid.

[III]

When the digitalized version of Kingdom Hearts exploded, Ansem - the real Ansem, not the doddering fool who thought himself clever by being Darkness in Zero - had believed himself doomed.

He was wrong, of course.

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Nobody likes a Martyr
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He woke in a field of flowers.

They smelled like corpses rotting in the sun. What happened next was instinctive and on the whole, inexplicable. Rolling to the side, Ansem retched, hacking as he fought through the roiling nausea that curled up through his belly he couldn't, shouldn't have had.

He heard the chuckle before he saw the grin.

Saw the grin before he saw the Cat.

"Are you found?" Cheshire purred, pink and purple tail swishing through flowers as it moved forth, stalking invisible mice or maybe men. "Play too long with your food and your food plays back."

Ansem didn't dignify the nonsense with a response and set his teeth to grinding his mouth shut. One could not simply kill the Cat, it would be like attacking air - here, there, everywhere. He horked again, heaving and heaving but always coming up empty.

All things considered, probably the better option.

For the briefest instants he wondered what one might learn from a Heartless the Cat might produce. But if he was darkness, the Other nothing, and keyblade Light - the Cat was outside of all three, and quite happy to be there, occupying a spectrum that had nothing to do with Light and Dark.

"You're mad, of course." Cheshire continued, sounding bored, "but you knew that even if you don't know it. Mad mad mad like the lot of us." The Cat flipped onto his belly, paws dangling in the air, eyes zigging and zagging as it mimed insanity.

"Play with this kitty?"

Laughter followed him as he staggered away.

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Heartless did not have bodies. It was not conjecture but rather fact - of the three primordial elements that crafted thinking, reasoning beings, the Soul, the Body and the Heart were all necessary. Heartless were outside the order and thus had no bodies nor souls.

Why had the flowers affected him so?

Away from their debilitating effect (he was now in an area where overgrown mushrooms seemed l'ordre du jour), Ansem could feel his power return and revelled in its texture - like the ocean it was dark and deep and nearly inexhaustible.

Nearly.

He had met his end twice already. For all his power he was still fallible. And, now that he had time to think about it, shouldn't be mobile, strange physical responses or no.

The last time he had been directly exposed to the Light he'd been, for all his power, practically annihilated, forced into servitude by a wretch of a boy whose potential was fathomless but whose mind was cluttered by useless frivolities like 'friendship' and 'trust' and 'Kairi'.

(And Sora. Always Sora. Sora for Sky, for Freedom, for Light. Fate's lovely, lovely lie you little fool)

This time he had ended up in Wonderland, sans Riku and therefore sans body.

How... peculiar.

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The corridors would not open. Whether a side effect from his close brush with annihilation or merely a lack of energy he was not certain. That they failed to respond-

And that's all for now folks. I dug this out of my inbox from a while back. It focuses too much on Cheshire and not enough of Xemmy, poor guy. Oh wells.