Chapter [?] - Truth and Dreams [Demyx/Open]

[alexanderblade]

Can you show me...

"Padre,"

Soft whispers spoken in an unknown tongue glided along the soft breezes that were beginning to grow stronger by the very minutes that passed along like the winds themselves. It was evident that rain would fall soon but just how soon was something left to those of a more divine nature to discern.

"Por favor, dame tu protección este dia."

In the midst of an empty Sandlot, Alexander knelt in it's middle at this early hour. With eyes closed and head bowed he spoke soft whispers into what seems to be nothing yet it was his way and it mattered not if one or none saw him. Regardless, none were out and about as the weather seemed to cause mostly everybody to go indoors. Everybody besides young Alexander, that is.

His eyes opened and he stood upright as a soft mist began to fall from the expanse above. He loved this weather but this kind of weather, here, was something of an anomaly which he found strange. Back home, this kind of weather occurred somewhat often and the fact that it occurred here less often then not struck him as odd. Still he was thankful and would have found it perhaps more odd if rain fell never.

Looking up with an adoring inhalation, Alexander proceeded. With graceful movements did all manner of perfectly developed and disciplined strikes escape his being. Punches, kicks, weaves, open hands, and all manner of fighting art were demonstrated yet he did well to hide this as he chose perfectly this time, this hour, this place to train in silence and solitude as all the while the memories of a former home were kept fresh in his mind.

The waters fell a little heavier,
The wind breezed stronger,

All was peaceful.

The path to truth?

[clockwatcher]

"Ow..!"

A loud bang rang out from the Back alley, in addition to a string of muffled curses; it sounded much like someone had tipped over a garbage can, and the truth wasn't far from it. It was still early in the morning, and so there wasn't anyone around to investigate just who was making all the noise, and the commotion wasn't too loud.. hopefully, no one would come and seek out the source of the noise, for the miscreant was none other than the ninth member of the Organization: Demyx.

He had been allocated another mission, which wasn't to his liking at all, as usual. Although it was a simple recon this time, Demyx thought that he did not have what it took to be a worthy member of the Organization, even for something as simple as trailing after another person and noting what it was that they were up to, if it converned the Organization's plans and goals. Demyx had arrived in the given location, Twilight Town, a place that was relatively quiet, ful of easy-going folks and where there was very little crime, if any. It was the right place for Demyx; he would fit in perfectly, but, as is often the case, things did not go according to plan. For one, upon Demyx' arrival in the alley, he had miscalculated where the Corridor of Darkness would lead, and so he had made direct contact with quite a few inanimate objects.

It took him a moment to untangle himself from the scattered objects, and to make sure that he was intact and free of garbage; the latter was something that he made a point of avoiding at any cost, for he detested dirt, grime, even sweat. To make matters worse, there was a light mist in the air; true, Demyx' element was water, but he didn't feel like walking around in this kind of weather, in a damp cloak, wet hair, and generally feeling miserable. He really wanted to spend time relaxing, instead of gathering useless information, even if it were only for a few hours...

His job done, he had then made his way out of the alley, carefully, for although there was not much light to go by, he did not want to attract anybody's attention, provided that his crash landing hadn't snagged any early-birds' interest. Demyx, in classic sneak-mode, crept along the wall of the alley, and turned the corner and glanced across the wide, open sandlot, where his gaze fell upon a lone figure. Demyx breathed in sharply, and took a couple steps backwards, only to bump right back into the garbage can that he had spent some time relocating. It didn't fall over this time; Demyx cursed the can, himself, and the weather, and reached up to lower his cowl, trying to decide on whether or not it'd be best if he summoned another Dark Portal, and continued his mission elsewhere in the town.

[alexanderblade]

Alexander stopped all movements at the sound of a loud commotion in a nearby alleyway. Turning toward the expanse between two buildings, Alexander watched in waiting for whatever it was creeping along the darkness to show itself.

A few seconds passed and there was the sound of something shuffling around in whatever it was that had just fallen over. In Alexander's audible perception, an aluminum trash rang most prominent in the string of clanking and shuffles. Assuming it was a cat, or a stray dog, Alexander simply shrugged it off and turned to return to his training when, out of the corner of his eye, he bore witness to someone sneaking about in dark attire.

Alexander turned his body, and his gaze, back toward the alleyway.

"...Must be my imagination?" Alexander thought to himself as he stared into the darkness between two structures. His thought, however, was quickly debunked as the sound of a trash can being lightly collided into, followed by some cursing, caught his ears.

"Y'know there might be kids around." Alexander spoke in somewhat of a comical tone toward the darkness. Though Alexander was absolutely sure that there was someone lurking in the darkness, he did not assume that this "someone," was there for the sake of Alexander and thus simply assumed that it was an early morning pedestrian.

Alexander waited a few seconds to see if perhaps maybe the lurker in the dark would show himself or, if Alexander was fortunate enough, and he hoped, herself.

[clockwatcher]

Demyx stood with his back to the wall, folding one arm across his chest and propping his other arm up with it, and resting his chin in his hand. His aquamarine gaze was fixed on the toes of his boots, as he thought over the best plan to take, now that he had made enough noise crashing into the trash can. He couldn't just stand there all day, and wait for someone to come and find him; and besides, he was supposed to be on recon, and that meant pretending that one did not exist; no noise, no appearances, nothing that would inform others that there was someone lurking in the shadows.

At the very least, Demyx had pretty much failed this mission already. How could he possibly gather information now, having made enough noise to wake the dead? He was too tired (as always) and lazy (as always) to find another area in the town, in which to continue the mission, as well. The mist, which had slowly turned to a very light rain, was bothering him more and more; yes, water was pleasant, but not when he had to spend most of the day standing around in it.

The Nocturne broke out of his intense concentration when he was addressed by someone, presumably the mysterious figure he had seen earlier, out on the sandlot. But then again, Demyx wasn't one who could connect many things together, quickly, or easily. Presently, he figured that the voice belonged to a random citizen of the town, and not the lone figure on the sandlot. Demyx broke out of sneak-mode, and he stepped out of the alleyway; the hood of his cloak was still up, so his face was indiscernible. The young Nobody stood up straight and rested one hand on a hip, and with the other hand he gestured to thin air; he wasn’t 100% sure if the figure on the sandlot was the owner of the voice, even though there was nobody else around.

”Ahh, well… kids would still be in bed.. right?” Demyx scratched the back of his head, a worried expression on his face, albeit his cloak’s hood hid it.
"Didn't mean to, I mean, I just walked into a trash can, and..." He stood there facing the stranger for a moment, before realizing that he had made a mistake, by simply speaking to him. He wasn’t supposed to engage in conversation with the general public! The Nobody suddenly lost his composure, glancing from side to side, as though making sure that there was no one else around, that would add to his failure. He raised one hand to his hood, and held his thin thoughtfully, and appeared to be making a decision.

Upon reaching one, he looked up in the stranger’s direction, and quickly spoke, although he did not speak in a loud voice, and he was mumbling; something about that he had to leave, he had somewhere to be. As he spoke, he started walking backwards, gesturing wildly with his hands, emphasizing the importance of his leaving, though really it was due to his limitless energy, and tendency to over-exaggerate.

[alexanderblade]

”Ahh, well… kids would still be in bed.. right?” The cloaked man sounded worried, as if he was in hiding from someone or something.
"You a'ight?" Alexander spoke with slight concern in his voice. Whoever was hidden beneath the shadows of that hood sure went above and beyond to keep their face, and their body, hidden, "..Getting jumped back there or something?"

Alexander proceeded to take a few steps toward this man's direction. Whoever he was, he seemed nervous. Upon hearing his next words, Alexander stopped walking at about an eight foot distance from the man.

"Didn't mean to, I mean, I just walked into a trash can, and..."
For a moment Alexander swore that this man was about to stumble over his words. The expressive animated body language and the lack of "cool," the hooded man embodied simply spoke more to Alexander then any sequence of words the man could put together.

At that point, the hooded man began to mutter some words which Alexander's ears deemed incoherent. At the same time, the man pointed in the direction of the alleyway he had emerged from in, what Alexander regarded as "the trouble's this way," manner. Nodding with a "I understand," expression on his face, though Alexander did not understand, Alexander quickly closed the distance between himself and the hooded man.

With determination in his steps and a fire in his heart, Alexander stepped forth heroically into the alley where the trouble that endangered the life of the hooded man resides only to find an empty expanse decorated with random clutter, trash cans, and some boxes. Having stepped in front of the hooded man, Alexander turned toward him, raising his head to look upon the shadow that was cast over the hooded man's face. (For Alexander was shorter in stature)

Without saying anything, one could simply tell, by the expression on Alexander's face, that the words "What the hell," coursed through his mind. Though Alexander was not angry, or irritated, it did add to his confusion. Regardless, Alexander smiled at the sheer hilarity of the situation with somewhat of a chuckle escaping his throat.

Despite how lightly he took the situation, Alexander's mind began to snowball into a series of dangerous thoughts and processes that only spelled the worst of things for himself and perhaps even for this hooded man. Alexander resisted, however, and held tight grip to the reality around him. The obvious struggle being evident through his eyes, Alexander said not a word of this and simply waited for the man's next words, if any.

The rains began to fall somewhat stronger; A clap of thunder struck someplace afar off as only a brief flash of light shot through the atmosphere without a sound beside the soft snap of swift light and the patter of drops falling upon the hard surface.

All remained peaceful;

All remained quiet.

[clockwatcher]

Demyx stopped retreating as the stranger advanced on him, and he regarded him with suspicion. What did this guy want? He didn’t look too dangerous, one could never really know, and didn’t Demyx just explain (or try to) that he wanted no trouble? Was that it? He blinked, and raised one hand, ready to summon a Dark Portal in the alley, and made a move as though he was ready to start running, but the stranger suddenly turned away from him and disappeared into the alley.


”Huh…? What’s his problem?” The Nocturne scratched the back of his neck as he observed the other man’s movements; he dropped his hand to his side when the stranger exited the alleyway, and strode back to meet Demyx. He froze, and steeled himself for a barrage of questions, for it appeared that the guy had misinterpreted Demyx earlier, and it was only natural for him to question Demyx about it.

His anxiety building, all that Demyx could do was shrug his shoulders and raise his hands, palms facing upwards, in the unmistakable gesture that meant Search me! Why are you asking me for answers? I don’t know anything!. He figured that it was best that he stopped talking, and made his getaway as fast as he can. The mission had undoubtably failed, and it was time to leave.

At that moment, though, a thunderclap echoed across the sky, causing Demyx to jump, and exclaim in surprise.
”GEEZ..!! Look, I, uh… I have to go! I’m.. Don't you just hate thunder storms!?” And with that, he turned on the spot, and made a dash for the open sandlot, stretching one arm out in front of him as he summoned a Dark Portal; he didn’t care if anybody saw him, he just wanted to go back home, if one could call the Castle, home.