#scphiiroth

There was a scent-- unfamiliar but intense. A powerful darkness that permeated his senses and nearly knocked him back with its intensity. This wasn’t Maleficent-- or the Superior. This was a different darkness entirely. A powerful heartless perhaps? Another dark being similar to Superior?

Scientific curiosity prompted him to investigate-- while logic stated he should call for backup before doing so. Zexion was a tactical individual-- he summoned a dusk, instructing it to fetch the only person he’d trust to have his back. Lexaeus would probably be cross with him for tearing the man away on his day off-- but if danger presented itself, he would need some muscle.

For now he crept along in the shadows, following the lure of that powerful scent. He was a stealthy individual when needed-- and summoned his Lexicon to further aide in his subterfuge. He could render himself invisible to the naked eye-- but if this being could sense darkness, he’d be found out. So few possessed the skill of being able to smell darkness, he felt confident in his choice.

When he finally saw the figure he was taken aback. It was a man. Tall, beautiful, powerful. The scent grew more intense the closer he got, so Zexion kept his distance for now, slipping behind the corner of a neighboring building to observe for now.

Was this a heartless? A nobody?

Reno felt an uneasy tickle in the back of his neck and immediately tensed. Reno trusted his instincts - it was what kept him alive and kicking all of these years, and he knew the signs of when something was wrong.

Great, less than an hour back in Radiant Garden and some crazy shit was happening? Talk about bad timing. He just wanted to go home and relax for a just a while before he was sent off world on another mission again.

“... yo.” Reno greeted more casually than he probably should have when he noticed the tall man nearby. Definitely setting off his danger radar. He may not be a goody-two-shoes like the Committee, but even he could tell this person was not someone to mess with. 

Ah shit, why did trouble always follow him? Was it because he drew a stick figure comic on his last mission report? Dammit, karma really sucked ass.

“I’m guessin’ ya ain’t here to have cake and tea with lil me yo.” Reno commented as he got a better look at the other. Wait, wasn’t this that one dude that gloomy chocobo head always talked about? 

'damn atty ur so cool'