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[firstnothing]

[Twilight marks a new resident in town. Is there a New Feather season anylonger? Xemnas' arrival to Luceti's town center is remarkably unobtrusive save the sense of Darkness that clings to him like a second skin. He'd already determined that leaving will be difficult, if not impossible, so finding out what information he can becomes a priority. And what's one more black cloaked, hooded person walking about? Not even the black and white almost striped little wings stand out much.

He has a few destinations, easily found at any of them on accident or on purpose. The welcome center and the promise of something useful there, then one by one each shop, to mark what's there that might be useful. And then gradually anywhere else in the village, one location at a time. He has all night, it seems, and is in no particular hurry. Rushing about made the joint between skin and feathers on his back ache, and there was no point in causing unnecessary hurt to himself. He already felt a little unwell thanks to pulling out one of the scattered white feathers, still held in one gloved hand. It was his, he was going to keep it.]

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[risingwinds]

[Trips to the plaza fall into Ven's daily routine. There's not a day that goes by where he doesn't slip into the bakery for treats, lounge by the fountain, or scope out the item shop for cool new goodies.

It's on one such trip to the plaza that he spots Xemnas. From behind, it's tough to really discent anything about him. He's tall, built like an ox, with long, silver hair. A feather in his hand...

Well, that doesn't bode well, thus Ven zips closer to him.]

Yikes! Were you trying to get rid of the wings?

[Xemnas wouldn't be the first to try it...]

[takesyoubytheheart]

[Y'know, someone like Mickey has a very difficult time actually hating people. Maleficent and the original Xehanort make him come awfully close. And so do you, pal.

Which is why, as the Heartless man looks forward, he'll see the king glaring at him with burning eyes, and his keyblade held out in his hand, pointing directly at him. No, he's not attacking or fighting. He's waiting to see what you'll do. Safety first, when it comes to madmen.]