Post by lysander on Nov 10, 2009 2:08:52 GMT -5
Username: lysander
Current canons: Yazoo (FF7 Advent Children)
Canon you're auditioning for: VI, Zexion - The Cloaked Schemer
Media canon is from: Kingdom Hearts
Is the current canon taken?: I do believe that that Ryu fella has dropped him.
Audition post (400 words):
A form draped in black, shivered, surrounded by buildings that stabbed straight into the sky, while rain clashed down from above. He... He had just died. And more than that it was Axel, who had been responsible. Who knows how he'd been brought back, but what did all of this mean? And where was he, even now? In the darkness, he'd been utterly confident that he would resurge strongly, but when he found out that he had been... weakened... Well a portal to anywhere, was better to no portal at all, and he'd taken what he could get. But now, he was in this strange place. He had no idea where he was, and what was worse, was that he had nothing. No munny, no potions of any sort to help him at least recover a little strength. Absolutely nothing. He shivered, and felt very, very alone.
Zexion shook himself, partly wanting to escape from the memories, and partly because he was wet. A teal lock of hair hung out of the darkness out of his hood, but beyond that he was featureless, as water sleeked across him in rivulets. Ever since his strange revival, things had been... strange. For one, his abilities were sketchy, at best. He could barely maintain a basic illusion for more than a few minutes. Secondly, the memory of his final moments, with Axel and the Replica... What had he done to warrant such attention? Did the organization, the superior, really want him dead? Why? Why were they after him this way?
Zexion couldn't yet dare to show his face to those who thought he had deceased. Had he lost his use? His importance? He simply didn't understand what had conspired against him and his cohorts, and as such he had to assume that his disappearance had been for the benefit of the Organization. So would they try to kill him again if he made an attempt at coming back? And if he'd been given this gift of hanging onto his life, shouldn't he treasure it? The organization never needed to know that by miracle he'd survived. The rain kept falling for minutes on end, and Zexion continued to think.
But there was no way that he could turn his back to the organization. With how much he had devoted to Organization XIII, Zexion simply didn't have any strength to to pursue other goals and different ends. The cloaked schemer stood up. From what little he understood someone in the organization had needed him dead. The superior wouldn't make any sense, after some reflection, but any ambitious soul who had been beneath him on the ladder could have been a prime suspect. Or yet, it could easily have been Marluxia's bidding that Zexion met his end, which seemed to make the most sense. The suspects were few, and Zexion was no fool. But, he was more... cautious than before. Maybe not fearful, but cautious.
"Maybe..." He reasoned aloud, a hand gesture accompanying, then nodded as if in agreeing with himself. "Yes. I... I'll not be forgotten this way." He muttered, mustering the will to do something with himself.
There was a noise, a smell, and Zexion turned his head to see a man walking down the alleyway towards him. Now was a better time to start than ever.
Pushing away from the wall, he started limping towards the man. The way he moved changed drastically, and even his voice underwent an incredible change. Even his breathing was different, so as to fit the creation of an entirely new person. All it took to break what someone saw was to change the little things about yourself, a fact that Zexion knew very well. His ability to exploit the way people noticed things and mislead them, was not only impressive to the average observer, but it was breathtaking. In the end, he'd gone from an introverted and somewhat fearsome nobody to a dainty and distressed young woman.
"Oh goodness, hello? Can you help me?"[/color] A softer pitched voice called out from under the hood, and hands reached up to pull the cloth back. Only to reveal a the slim, high-cheeked face only a young lady could possess. It was the sort of face that any young man would fall for immediately, and fall this young man did. "Oh my, can you help-"[/color]
"What's wrong, miss?" He interrupted Zexion, though the schemer didn't mind. As long as the job was done, and done well, Zexion could deal with every interruption necessary. "Oh, can you please help me?"[/color] He begged, laying it on thick for the dolt that he had to deal with. "I was just making my way home from a dinner party, you see, and, well, I slipped in this rain, and my heel broke. It's so, so hard to walk, and I think I sprained my ankle. I really think I just need something simple to take care of it, but, well y'know. I can't very well walk..."[/color] Her facial expression recognized the irony of the situation. The man nodded knowingly and could tell she felt troubled, annoyed with herself, and helpless, and the man couldn't help but sympathize. Underneath, Zexion was beaming. He'd caught a sucker, hook, line, and sinker.
"I understand perfectly. I know it's not ideal, but could you stay here, just for a moment? I know of a convenient place that I might be able to get something for you. It's not too far away." The man seemed overeager, had short black hair, and wore typical business dress. He might've just gotten out of the bar with his associates. The girl with the wild head of steely-blue hair nodded with a similar exaggerated excitement.
"Oh, thank you so much!"[/color] A relieved smile filling her face. She just couldn't believe her luck, obviously. "Oh you have no idea how much I appreciate all this. Please, hurry. I'll repay you in any way I can."[/color] The man needed no further coaxing after that. With an awkward, yet, what would have been charming salute, he ensured the young girl that everything would be alright, and that he'd be back in no time.
As he ran off, he waved back over his shoulder, and before she disappeared from sight altogether, he smiled to her. He was too far away to notice that Zexion had already dropped the illusion.
The Cloaked Schemer, was left breathing pretty hard after dropping his illusion. The man had chosen the perfect time to run off and let the illusionist recoup; the image he'd imposed upon his face faltering just as captain hero had started to make his leave. And yet this obscuring rain bent the shapes of the world, and blurred their outlines just enough to be of great assistance to Zexion. He pulled the hood against his face, and leaned against the wall of the alley.
These limits that had been imposed on him were infuriating. But being forced to stretch them out a little bit, and use them, he could already feel the old muscle remembering what it used to be able to do. And with a little relaxation he already felt a little stronger than he had before. He wondered if could already consider himself ahead of schedule. "Hmph." He allowed an arrogant smirk to pull through, while he waited.
So far, for having been assassinated, and resurrecting with limited strength and understanding of his surroundings, Zexion had made admirable progress. Enough so that he felt a justified superiority. He'd made mistakes before, of course. But always, the illusionist would learn, and the plot would thicken. And here, he'd made the greatest mistake. The big, number one, never come back; yet here he was, waving his second chance in the face of death. Maybe his schemes were something that even death was curious of; and if that were the case, he would gladly entertain.
Starting with this one. hopefully the man would prove useful and bring him back a decent potion or three, needed to provide a bit more stability to his powers. If he brought back something like an ether... well that was the best case scenario. He'd be able to skip several steps of the plan of that were the case. Otherwise, he was prepared for the dismal. A potion and a fistful of leftover munny was what he expected. The potion would help give him a little bit of stability, and munny... Well there were a lot of things you could do with munny. And Zexion would exploit many of those things to the fullest so that he could regain his power.
After that, he'd dispose of the man he'd used as errand boy. Mostly because, he simply didn't have the energy or the time to surround this man in an elaborate illusory web. And once that was taken care of, the road to recovery would be paved in gold. His hand covered the lower half of his face as he thought about how he'd go about reintegrating with the World that Never Was crowd after all that had happened. Some might have considered it ambitious to think so far ahead, and prepare for what was necessary up to that point. Zexion made sure it was a necessity.
His thoughts wandered and wondered, and he patiently used the extra time to consider his options, when the man came back around the corner. A plastic sack swung back and forth in his hand, and he waved to Zexion, who adopted his previous, feminine movements. They met each other, and the man pulled out a potion from the sack, only to reveal that he'd gotten her two more to help with the healing process (explaining that he didn't know if she'd have any sort of resistance or not).
"... So I hope that should be able to help?" The man spoke, looking both anxious and hopeful, together.
Zexion removed his hood to reveal the woman's face, and for whatever reason, the illusion had changed slightly. Her hair was darker now than his own, and a little cleaner cut. Her hips were a little broader, and her chest a little more noticeable. Though all of these changes were subtle. "You stuck around." He beamed. The man didn't seem to take any notice at all, and if he did, he sure wasn't complaining. "Oh, you're such a lifesaver."[/color] Zexion took the drink and made a 'cheers' motion to the man. "Bottom's up."[/color] The voice joked, before he downed the drink. The results were near instantaneous.
Zexion could feel his strength return in spades, and under his guise, was able to move his ankle once again which made things so much more convenient. "Better?" The man asked. "Oh, you have no idea. I owe you a ton." He replied, even going so far to be a little flirtatious. Zexion already had him twisted around his fingers, now the only thing left was to finish things up.
The man smirked. "I may have to take you up on that offer. Want to come have some wine at my place?" The woman looked a little bashful, a little hesitant. "Well, I really should be headed home... A lady shouldn't stay out past her curfew after all... But that sounds lovely." They began to walk down the alleyway together. Not hand in hand but close. They got to the end of the alleyway, and the man turned down to look at the young woman he'd just met.
"Can you hold this?" He asked, offering her the plastic bag with the other two potions. "Yeah of course. What's u-!"[/color] Grasping the bag, before Zexion could finish his sentence, he was scooped into the arms of the man, held gingerly. "I can't have a lady recovering from an injury walking around these dark streets on her own." He spoke with a smile, gazing into the woman's eyes, as he carried her forth into the night, crossing the street to get to his apartment. He briefly wondered if he'd found true love out here on the streets in a random coincidence. And then he heard it.
The screeching of tires who wouldn't stop soon enough. His head jerked to see the headlights. He tried to turn his head back to see the woman in his arms, but by then the lights were to bright and the truck hit him full force, sending one man and a cloud of black smoke soaring.
Meanwhile, on the sidewalk, a cloaked figure picked up a plastic bag that had been left there, and began walking the opposite way of the crash.[/size][/blockquote]
PS: [Thanks to High, for telling me to do better. I had 700 words. You can thank her for the 2000 some more.]
PPS: [Zexy pulled off some shifty illusions here. Some parts might require rereading to figure out what's going on. Some parts might require more explanation on my part.]
Current canons: Yazoo (FF7 Advent Children)
Canon you're auditioning for: VI, Zexion - The Cloaked Schemer
Media canon is from: Kingdom Hearts
Is the current canon taken?: I do believe that that Ryu fella has dropped him.
Audition post (400 words):
In the darkness, there lay a book. It had long since been abandoned by whatever master had once owned it, and so it had sat in the darkness, opened to some page or another, never being read. Completely forgotten. Just as it's master had died, so had this book; it's livelihood had vanished as a mirage upon the horizon. One could wonder, where had this book come from? What was it doing here, all alone in the dark? What could possibly be contained within its confines? And yet all of these answers lay in one man. A man who had met his end in such a cruel way, so very long ago. A zephyr of darkness hurried past, flipping the pages of this book rapidly. . .[/color] The darkness surrounding this figure cleared, just enough to allow one to peer in and see the makings of a smirk. . .[/i]
Until it slammed shut, and a black leather gloved hand picked it off the ground. But it wasn't with a curiosity, as if noticing something out of place and wishing to understand it better. It was with an almost loving familiarity, yet not. It was that of a hand sliding into the grip of the saber it'd known for years. Ignes Fatui, Volume Six. A book that'd once belonged to a man of many constructions, and maybe even delusions. Its bindings matched the material of the hand that gripped it. "I see that you've been patient in your wait." An amused voice remarked. Following the hand, up the arm, one might be able to discern the lithe form, dressed in all black with a hood drawn over it's face, cast into shadow.
Darkness clung to his frame, perhaps remaining from some ordeal he'd recently gone through, or more likely, trying to eat away at his frame. Dig into his mind and harvest all the succulent information that lay hidden there. Throwing his hand to the side, in a gathering of indignant will power, he cast the darkness away from his body. "Axel... We weren't on such bad terms were we? I had always thought of us as rather close."
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A form draped in black, shivered, surrounded by buildings that stabbed straight into the sky, while rain clashed down from above. He... He had just died. And more than that it was Axel, who had been responsible. Who knows how he'd been brought back, but what did all of this mean? And where was he, even now? In the darkness, he'd been utterly confident that he would resurge strongly, but when he found out that he had been... weakened... Well a portal to anywhere, was better to no portal at all, and he'd taken what he could get. But now, he was in this strange place. He had no idea where he was, and what was worse, was that he had nothing. No munny, no potions of any sort to help him at least recover a little strength. Absolutely nothing. He shivered, and felt very, very alone.
Zexion shook himself, partly wanting to escape from the memories, and partly because he was wet. A teal lock of hair hung out of the darkness out of his hood, but beyond that he was featureless, as water sleeked across him in rivulets. Ever since his strange revival, things had been... strange. For one, his abilities were sketchy, at best. He could barely maintain a basic illusion for more than a few minutes. Secondly, the memory of his final moments, with Axel and the Replica... What had he done to warrant such attention? Did the organization, the superior, really want him dead? Why? Why were they after him this way?
Zexion couldn't yet dare to show his face to those who thought he had deceased. Had he lost his use? His importance? He simply didn't understand what had conspired against him and his cohorts, and as such he had to assume that his disappearance had been for the benefit of the Organization. So would they try to kill him again if he made an attempt at coming back? And if he'd been given this gift of hanging onto his life, shouldn't he treasure it? The organization never needed to know that by miracle he'd survived. The rain kept falling for minutes on end, and Zexion continued to think.
But there was no way that he could turn his back to the organization. With how much he had devoted to Organization XIII, Zexion simply didn't have any strength to to pursue other goals and different ends. The cloaked schemer stood up. From what little he understood someone in the organization had needed him dead. The superior wouldn't make any sense, after some reflection, but any ambitious soul who had been beneath him on the ladder could have been a prime suspect. Or yet, it could easily have been Marluxia's bidding that Zexion met his end, which seemed to make the most sense. The suspects were few, and Zexion was no fool. But, he was more... cautious than before. Maybe not fearful, but cautious.
"Maybe..." He reasoned aloud, a hand gesture accompanying, then nodded as if in agreeing with himself. "Yes. I... I'll not be forgotten this way." He muttered, mustering the will to do something with himself.
There was a noise, a smell, and Zexion turned his head to see a man walking down the alleyway towards him. Now was a better time to start than ever.
Pushing away from the wall, he started limping towards the man. The way he moved changed drastically, and even his voice underwent an incredible change. Even his breathing was different, so as to fit the creation of an entirely new person. All it took to break what someone saw was to change the little things about yourself, a fact that Zexion knew very well. His ability to exploit the way people noticed things and mislead them, was not only impressive to the average observer, but it was breathtaking. In the end, he'd gone from an introverted and somewhat fearsome nobody to a dainty and distressed young woman.
"Oh goodness, hello? Can you help me?"[/color] A softer pitched voice called out from under the hood, and hands reached up to pull the cloth back. Only to reveal a the slim, high-cheeked face only a young lady could possess. It was the sort of face that any young man would fall for immediately, and fall this young man did. "Oh my, can you help-"[/color]
"What's wrong, miss?" He interrupted Zexion, though the schemer didn't mind. As long as the job was done, and done well, Zexion could deal with every interruption necessary. "Oh, can you please help me?"[/color] He begged, laying it on thick for the dolt that he had to deal with. "I was just making my way home from a dinner party, you see, and, well, I slipped in this rain, and my heel broke. It's so, so hard to walk, and I think I sprained my ankle. I really think I just need something simple to take care of it, but, well y'know. I can't very well walk..."[/color] Her facial expression recognized the irony of the situation. The man nodded knowingly and could tell she felt troubled, annoyed with herself, and helpless, and the man couldn't help but sympathize. Underneath, Zexion was beaming. He'd caught a sucker, hook, line, and sinker.
"I understand perfectly. I know it's not ideal, but could you stay here, just for a moment? I know of a convenient place that I might be able to get something for you. It's not too far away." The man seemed overeager, had short black hair, and wore typical business dress. He might've just gotten out of the bar with his associates. The girl with the wild head of steely-blue hair nodded with a similar exaggerated excitement.
"Oh, thank you so much!"[/color] A relieved smile filling her face. She just couldn't believe her luck, obviously. "Oh you have no idea how much I appreciate all this. Please, hurry. I'll repay you in any way I can."[/color] The man needed no further coaxing after that. With an awkward, yet, what would have been charming salute, he ensured the young girl that everything would be alright, and that he'd be back in no time.
As he ran off, he waved back over his shoulder, and before she disappeared from sight altogether, he smiled to her. He was too far away to notice that Zexion had already dropped the illusion.
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The Cloaked Schemer, was left breathing pretty hard after dropping his illusion. The man had chosen the perfect time to run off and let the illusionist recoup; the image he'd imposed upon his face faltering just as captain hero had started to make his leave. And yet this obscuring rain bent the shapes of the world, and blurred their outlines just enough to be of great assistance to Zexion. He pulled the hood against his face, and leaned against the wall of the alley.
These limits that had been imposed on him were infuriating. But being forced to stretch them out a little bit, and use them, he could already feel the old muscle remembering what it used to be able to do. And with a little relaxation he already felt a little stronger than he had before. He wondered if could already consider himself ahead of schedule. "Hmph." He allowed an arrogant smirk to pull through, while he waited.
So far, for having been assassinated, and resurrecting with limited strength and understanding of his surroundings, Zexion had made admirable progress. Enough so that he felt a justified superiority. He'd made mistakes before, of course. But always, the illusionist would learn, and the plot would thicken. And here, he'd made the greatest mistake. The big, number one, never come back; yet here he was, waving his second chance in the face of death. Maybe his schemes were something that even death was curious of; and if that were the case, he would gladly entertain.
Starting with this one. hopefully the man would prove useful and bring him back a decent potion or three, needed to provide a bit more stability to his powers. If he brought back something like an ether... well that was the best case scenario. He'd be able to skip several steps of the plan of that were the case. Otherwise, he was prepared for the dismal. A potion and a fistful of leftover munny was what he expected. The potion would help give him a little bit of stability, and munny... Well there were a lot of things you could do with munny. And Zexion would exploit many of those things to the fullest so that he could regain his power.
After that, he'd dispose of the man he'd used as errand boy. Mostly because, he simply didn't have the energy or the time to surround this man in an elaborate illusory web. And once that was taken care of, the road to recovery would be paved in gold. His hand covered the lower half of his face as he thought about how he'd go about reintegrating with the World that Never Was crowd after all that had happened. Some might have considered it ambitious to think so far ahead, and prepare for what was necessary up to that point. Zexion made sure it was a necessity.
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His thoughts wandered and wondered, and he patiently used the extra time to consider his options, when the man came back around the corner. A plastic sack swung back and forth in his hand, and he waved to Zexion, who adopted his previous, feminine movements. They met each other, and the man pulled out a potion from the sack, only to reveal that he'd gotten her two more to help with the healing process (explaining that he didn't know if she'd have any sort of resistance or not).
"... So I hope that should be able to help?" The man spoke, looking both anxious and hopeful, together.
Zexion removed his hood to reveal the woman's face, and for whatever reason, the illusion had changed slightly. Her hair was darker now than his own, and a little cleaner cut. Her hips were a little broader, and her chest a little more noticeable. Though all of these changes were subtle. "You stuck around." He beamed. The man didn't seem to take any notice at all, and if he did, he sure wasn't complaining. "Oh, you're such a lifesaver."[/color] Zexion took the drink and made a 'cheers' motion to the man. "Bottom's up."[/color] The voice joked, before he downed the drink. The results were near instantaneous.
Zexion could feel his strength return in spades, and under his guise, was able to move his ankle once again which made things so much more convenient. "Better?" The man asked. "Oh, you have no idea. I owe you a ton." He replied, even going so far to be a little flirtatious. Zexion already had him twisted around his fingers, now the only thing left was to finish things up.
The man smirked. "I may have to take you up on that offer. Want to come have some wine at my place?" The woman looked a little bashful, a little hesitant. "Well, I really should be headed home... A lady shouldn't stay out past her curfew after all... But that sounds lovely." They began to walk down the alleyway together. Not hand in hand but close. They got to the end of the alleyway, and the man turned down to look at the young woman he'd just met.
"Can you hold this?" He asked, offering her the plastic bag with the other two potions. "Yeah of course. What's u-!"[/color] Grasping the bag, before Zexion could finish his sentence, he was scooped into the arms of the man, held gingerly. "I can't have a lady recovering from an injury walking around these dark streets on her own." He spoke with a smile, gazing into the woman's eyes, as he carried her forth into the night, crossing the street to get to his apartment. He briefly wondered if he'd found true love out here on the streets in a random coincidence. And then he heard it.
The screeching of tires who wouldn't stop soon enough. His head jerked to see the headlights. He tried to turn his head back to see the woman in his arms, but by then the lights were to bright and the truck hit him full force, sending one man and a cloud of black smoke soaring.
Meanwhile, on the sidewalk, a cloaked figure picked up a plastic bag that had been left there, and began walking the opposite way of the crash.[/size][/blockquote]
PS: [Thanks to High, for telling me to do better. I had 700 words. You can thank her for the 2000 some more.]
PPS: [Zexy pulled off some shifty illusions here. Some parts might require rereading to figure out what's going on. Some parts might require more explanation on my part.]
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao