#aeleusu

“AHA! FOUND EM’!” Like any true gentleman with utmost gentlemanly manners, Wario pointed forward at the cloaked figure sporting spiky hair. He was told that a character with similar traits was set to join the tournament, so of course must be greeted in the most welcoming fashion possible.

Unsure eyes gazed forward at the giant man before her; Namine’s stance timid and meek as she looked upon him. With fingers locked tightly together and her stance rigid, she seemed to express a lot of emotion for one who was supposed to feel nothing at all. Some within the organization might have seen it as a blessing  – a gift she had to manipulate not only memory, but emotions. Other’s considered it a weakness.

“N-Number Five.” She spoke his title as was expected of her, bowing her head as a sign of submission. The witch knew better than to challenge anyone within Organization XIII, and generally avoided them unless absolutely necessary. After all, she was the black sheep – the nobody without a number whose talent was both powerful and useless. She could control memories and, in turn, manipulate the pawn, but she could do no else.

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