by THIS IS SPARTA DEATH IS ONLY A FIVE-LETTER WORD "Tch, children nowadays..." Nameless scoffed, yet was amused by the man. "Power may not be something you can grasp at your age. You must be referring to the tales of the great criminals with deep hideaways away from sight. But we both know those stories end with discovery. However you fail to acknowledge that some years ago it was I who built this city by hand. My power? It does not come from the unknown like the cowards from a children's tale. No, you see I am well aware that the world knows where I am. My power comes from the fact they are too weak to lead an army to my doorstep, my power comes from the fear of not knowing how I will respond." She smiled. She was intrigued as to the background of his behavior. Surely he had possessed something to backup his words. as it stood he was nothing at the moment besides another meatsuit that Nameless could obtain in the future. She often wondered if showing her keyblade would be a great idea or not. She wondered about throwing around some magic but it was a waste of her time. She knew how the story was written for the Agency as well as the Legion of Neutrals. It was only over a small dinner that she was about to change fate and add a few more chapters to the book before the narrator seized his tale. She was one of few that held these magnificent weapons. Even in the eyes of the commonfolk they would not understand what the object was, nor what it could do. But that was just the keyblade's power. Each second passed as Nameless took in a breath and exhaled. each second her disease would resume around the halls of the sewer. Nothing could escape her grasp. She could control anyone she wanted, at the cost of giving up her body once more... and perhaps one day she would replace herself once more. She reached into her pocket, dropping her arms to grab a single lollipop from her coat pocket. She unraveled it, her gaze still on the man, and with a smile she continued, "It's those that cling to the cover of the unknown that was cowards in their own light." She gave a small chuckle, "You hide because you have something to fear." She lifted the candy to her lips, only to find it's way into her mouth and rested upon her tongue as she continued, "I play with all my cards out, for I have nothing to fear. When you meet the creator of this world, maybe you'll understand what true fear is, and what it really means to live." In a flash the object appeared in her hands as he stared back at him. In her lifetime she learned how to get someone to expose their true colors. She believed in almost nothing she said. Everything was a hoax. The "Company" that was above ground was just a false empire. She knew where Aknaid could be, just as he knew her whereabouts. It was not that they were equal in power, nor stronger than each other in some means. She found no need to kill him, just as he found no need to get rid of her. They would fight, but not in the near future, perhaps a year down the road. She held her keyblade onlooking the man thinking about what made him tick. She could kill hime easily and get his powers, but that would serve no purpose. Instead with her left, and free hand she dug into her trouser pocket to pull out a single key. She tossed it to the boy, only lowering her hand to propel the object a bit faster. She moved the candy around her mouth to address him once more. "That key will get you into pretty much anywhere you need to go." She leaned on one foot to observe him, only deducting that he was a creature of death, yet not all the way there yet. She saw a man like that before, his name being Neo Stigma of Wonderland. He would have much to learn before he could really begin to take control of anything. He was much to young to understand the physics of Pandora. She could have been doing other things, but she was a nameless face that didn't exist. None really know who or what she was. By the time they revealed the face of the Agency's Leader, she had a new body... and another... and another... "Welcome to the Agency." She finally spoke. It would be in the base and head quartered that he could find some experiments to play with, as well as the vial that would expand his magic. |
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