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> [I] SS: Arm yourself, in case Cans shows up.

Who...was that? Such wild and fiery hair...it seemed...f a m i l i a r. Had he seen it in a dream before? Perhaps it was a palm tree on fire? No. He didn't dream like that. Why was the red and heated element of blaze seem to linger in his mind..? Headache. With his hood securely hiding his features Xemnas kept his distance, quietly watching the figure from the shadows. Over and over the make tried to decode his scattered memory, trying his hardest to recall even the slightest of things. A name. A face. A voice. ...but there was nothing...

Creeping through the shadows of this decrepit world it did not take the soldier of darkness to realize that he was not alone. Hooded and reserved Xemnas paused, looking over his shoulder. "Who is it that continues to follow me in cowardice?" He provoked, golden hues narrowing in wander.

You should know I play a very -specific- Xemnas. He is not 110% the same Nobody that wards over Organization XIII. I play the Xemnas that is created after his final death versus Riku and Sora. Like many of the other Organization members after the release of Kingdom Hearts he, too, receives what was left of his heart. And by *his* heart I primarily mean Terra's. As well as the dark mold of Master Xehanort's. Personality wise he is more like the original Xemnas, though he will have moments of *Terra* shining through should we get deep enough in to roleplay. For the most part my Xemnas will have a vague memory of all people. If his character interacted with yours in the game then you will seem familiar and in time he may remember you. If you come upon my Xemnas and he seems confused, don't freak out. Characters such as Ven and Aqua will have more emotion reactions from him than most. Though if you are playing a character of the light such as Kairi or Sora and trying to see the Terra in him, it isn't impossible. If you have any questions just drop by my ask. I do not mind at all.

That silver hair. That build. Even the clothes he wore...they seemed...familiar. A headache edged at the hooded man's brain as well as a small twerk in his heart, a yearning to know the name of this estranged soul. "You. Boy. Who are you?"