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abilities you might be surprised (or not) that my muses have!

Xigbar: Calligraphy.

Luxu had originally resolved to recording his entire journey, and at this point as Xigbar, he has gone through countless journals chronicling all he has been through—all kept private, of course. However, each body swap has resulted physical tweaks in the way of his handwriting—his mind would have knowledge of one form of writing, while his new vessel would have a certain sort of muscle memory. Therefore, he’s had to continuously adjust to this sensory mismatch—thus creating a unique union of handwriting. So given his knowledge across the centuries, Xigbar has developed a talent for using his hand to create all sorts of fantastical fonts—some of which are beautifully crafted and artistic. Annnd if anyone ever tried to catch him for a crime based on his handwriting, they would fail.

Kuja: Mechanics.

Certainly everyone familiar with Kuja knows he’s such a stickler for his neatness and appearance—however, even this finicky mage has his secrets. Magic can only go so far in the creation of mechanical objects—at times, one must manually delve into the little bits and pieces not immediately visually available. After Kuja’s banishment, he figured it would be prudent to learn additional skills, first and foremost how to alter machinery to his advantage. All of the Desert Palace traps, the alterations to various airships—even the machines that were responsible for the creation of the Black Mages—were all orchestrated at his hand. …and yes he does have a fit for when he’s toiling away at his tinkering… WITHOUT HIS GLAMOUR!!!

Kimbley: Botany.

Yes, Kimbley is all about torture and mayhem and blood and etc etc. But when it comes to nurturing plants, his skilled hands are so… gentle. His efforts during his time at the Devil’s Nest have rewarded him with a private greenhouse, in which he has developed experiments with growing various fauna. At first it was for strictly his research and alchemical purposes (yall OG anime fans know the Tringham / Red Water side plot, which Kimbley became privy to), but after a while he’s come to enjoy the quiet hobby. Plants don’t speak and argue and fuss. And sometimes, a man of his odd temperament needs that kind of lovely amicability, which sprouts beauty after successful care.

Murdoc: Sewing.

At first this was a necessity. Due to his father’s cruel penny-punching ways and complete disregard for his son’s wellbeing, Murdoc only had so much clothing to wear on a daily basis, and if something ripped, Murdoc came to find it would be prudent to figure out how to fix what he already had—especially to show that he wasn’t just some poor sod that people should pity. It carried all the way across the decades, any clothes that needed fixing or altering becoming a project of his. His skill developed to a point where he would make full-blown costumes—his infamous Demon Days cape was all constructed by himself, and the Phase 7 robes were all created by himself. And honestly, I like to think he took up crocheting at some point……. B)

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So sometimes I get very concerned for the state of critical thinking these days, but then I’m like, nah screamy!! You’re just being a cynic!!

And then your fiancé shows you a FB post like

And I’m just like…

I just

I’m so

How do I???? Handle this..???????

HOW IS THIS AN ACTUAL QUESTION

H O W

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Me, considering very sadly, as I drift off into a no doubt unrestful and insufferably unenjoyable sleep: Xig and Murdoc would be the worst of friends and the best of enemies

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Gotta play BL3 with the bae soooooooooo replies will resume later uwu

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'Have you been into any of your duties lately?' Kimbley had inquired, as soon as he had recognized his fellow alchemist from across the bar, and settled into the nearest seat, shamelessly initiating conversation without an iota of delay. 'Wreaked havoc upon the innocent? Slaughtered every man, woman, and child within your path? Destroyed countless---'

And then he had been so rudely interrupted with that command, much to what he knew would be considered chagrin. Slight annoyance to him, really---though his bland smirk did not drop as he responded:

"I must say, you were the one that has come to my current place of residence I've taken up after my release," ---though, of course, the Flame Alchemist need not know that such an event had actually been illicit.

However, he was certain that its legitimacy would not be questioned---the military had its share of shameful secrets, and Kimbley had an inkling that his fellow alchemist was likely at least slightly aware of them, which proffered his next dialogue:

"And I'm sure that there must be a reason why you're here, given that one such as yourself wouldn't be typically caught in such a dreadful hovel," and this was accompanied by a fractional lean-in, his own voice dropping to a conspiratorial level. "Do tell me, what information must you be seeking?"

― “ Don't  talk  like  that  again. ”       what  maddening  commentary  enters  his  ears  ;  disgustingly  macabre  and  bloody  infuriating  to  the  senses.  the voice of the colonel heightening to dangerous low levels. to  think,  this  had  once  been  a  man  he  could  have  been  proud  to  know  —   “  I  don't  have  time  to  talk  about  your  sick  fantasies,  Kimbly.  ”

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Catching even just a glance of that smile, Xigbar yet again noted how it was exactly the same as when Xehanort was so very young---just starting out learning how to wield a Keyblade. Mischievous, yet knowing. Only offering a slight measure of amusement without going overboard. Always like he was keeping a secret.

There were plenty of wrinkles between the two of them now, though.

---Well, enough of that.

Xigbar approached the portal, ho-humming, placing a curled hand exaggeratedly underneath his chin.

"Nah, nah, lemme see," and then, latching onto the vision of their destination, he lead the two of them through the swirling Darkness---

To lead them Neverland.

His smirk was full-blown cheeky as he gazed towards Xehanort, teasing voice lilting, "I wanna see how good ya fly, Mister Master."

A hmph and a smile. But, of course. Something about Xigbar had struck him as odd, but usually he'd just brush it off. He turned with a laugh. "One never knows what they'll find. Whether it'd help them to press forward, or simply satisfy a tickle they've had for years." He nodded, allowing a corridor to spin into existence.

He'd miss being here. He adored simply gazing up towards the clouds, and feeling the slightly magick within the air due to Kingdom Hearts residing here. He could do it for hours upon hours.

''There's a multitude of places."

He motioned off to the side, his hand momentarily snaking out from behind his back. "Where to? Kingdom of Corona? Twilight Town? San Franscoyko?"

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His first thorough fumble in acting like a parent---not even an hour after their reunion. Xigbar should have known better, honestly, than to interject with what he supposed Xion might want---but alas, the waitress had meandered off out of earshot, far beyond the ability for it to be immediately remedied.

Xigbar would, though, once she came back. It wasn't as though Xigbar couldn't fit a few extra pancakes into that bottomless stomach of his---and the kid needed the protein to grow big and strong.

No interruption made as Xion explained her side of the story---all of which Xigbar had heard himself straight from Vexen's mouth. But he needed to know exactly what she herself knew, so that all the pieces could fit together properly in his mind---and he could concoct the next step to take amidst this complete shitshow.

And then, that final question dropped---but Xigbar knew exactly how to answer that one.

But first, he had to preface his response with a dry "Pft," followed by, "'Course I'm not gonna get in your way," and this response was with a straight face, no hesitation behind his tone. "In fact, I'm plannin' on doin' all I can to help ya out."

It was such an odd feeling, actually offering help to someone without some sort of backhanded ulterior motive. Xigbar had learned to live life for himself, and everyone else was just a sidequest that he could pick and choose at his convenience. Moreover, there was the fact that Xehanort and his nasty little "family" were after them both, so really, this was a mutually beneficial alliance.

...Perhaps, instead of getting all sentimental, as he had during his search for her, he should just settle down and view it in that sense---nothing more than an alliance. After all, Xion most certainly wouldn't be interested in anything else. No bonds, no familial affections. Just practical. Straightforward. All about eliminating Xehanort, and nothing else.

Xigbar could feel his heart hardening again at the notion---that damnably unpredictable thing. But it wasn't as though he hadn't done this 180 before.

"I'll offer this much advice," he continued, steepling his fingers before him, tone adopting that "matter-of-fact" blandness, "all the other members have split---gone their separate ways. They don't give a fuck about Xehanort and his lookalike kiddos. That much I do know," but then he offered a swift shrug. "But if ya wanna chase after 'em? Ain't no skin off my nose. Just know that you oughta go after the Big Bads before botherin' with the small fries."

Xion rested the weight of her head into her hand, knuckles pressed to the hard line of her jaw. A small muscle, thin and stretched between bone and tendon, flexed along the side of her neck. A scrape of her pressed together teeth. She didn't glare, at the waitress or Xigbar, but an intent, irritated focus honed in on her biological gene donor. He even had the audacity to order for her and he did not ask what she wanted.

"I want," she interjected, after Xigbar had finished assuming what she wants, "scrambled eggs with the hash browns and a side of turkey bacon, and fresh fruit." Because she could not live on the carbs and sugar of chocolate chip pancakes alone. She ordered chocolate crepes, once, while going out with Xigbar and he'd never let her live it down since.

The waitress wandered off and Xion rolled her eyes. She huffed, a release of pent-up irritation. Xion leaned back into the booth, the stiff leather giving against her weight. Her arms crossed over her chest as she regarded Xigbar and his stupid eye patch. Secrets, secrets, and more secrets, he was never forthcoming. He was never honest with her, not totally, everything veiled in sarcasm and 'I know better than you' paternalism. She could recognize his effort: the gum, the transparent look on his face, even his overture. But asking if Xigbar could become someone honest and genuine, was like asking if a leopard could change his spots. Xion would admit it wasn't impossible but she remained skeptical.

She was done with considering Xigbar's redemption or any shift in their relationship. Xion had a mission. A mission she returned to once the waitress had drifted away, leaving her alone with her genetic donor.

"Vexen created me as Xehanort's successor," Xion stated, patiently explaining the answer to Xigbar's previous question. "Or at least, a genetic and magic advancement of his lineage. Nether Vexen nor Xehanort cared for my independence, which only served to improve my training and combat abilities. It would have been crushed eventually anyway."

Some of this is what she had discovered in her months away and in her private research.

"On my eighteen birthday they planned, or are planning, a ritual to bend and mold my will to Xehanort's," Xion continued. "Xehanort will have what he always wanted: his magic potential and your ancient lineage, all in one fucked up super weapon. I hear he wants to recreate the world, I imagine I'm a piece in that puzzle. The Organization, everything, is to that end. However, to me, the bigger picture doesn't matter."

Beneath the table she crossed her leg over her knee, head tilting slightly to the side to consider Xigbar from a new angle. If she could set aside her own anger and irritation, he could be useful. She just wasn't sure about his insistence that he be her father. Why? What did he want out of their relationship?

"The Organization is rotted," Xion said. "It needs to be routed, nothing short of burning and salting the ground it grew on is acceptable. The members needed to be killed but every facility, spell, library, and book, destroyed. That is what I intend to do. I'll start at the bottom and work my way up, no more running, and no more hiding. I'll kill Vexen, the other members, the three sons, and finally, Xehanort himself."

Her gaze focused on him, cold and without remorse.

"The only question: are you going to get in my way?"

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god.. i see a XigTiddie and i lose my shit..... xig fans emanate the best kind of thirst i s2g

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Luxu knew well that Myde was one of those chronic worriers---it was merely in the siren's nature to do so, despite the drag of the centuries that had worn Luxu himself down so thoroughly. Perhaps that was a primary reason the elder deity enjoyed this sort of company: it acted as a refreshing contrast to his own.

Well. At least, for a little while.

Idly tapping his fingers against the side of the water bottle---not bothering at all to uncap it to take even the slightest sip---he snorted with amusement, so saying, "Nah, just the thought of some grub is seductive enough for this ol' critter."

Offering a consolation by grabbing the bottle rather than leave it, he got to his feet with a twirl off the seat, arms jutting upward to stretch out his crumpled back muscles. He'd been hunched during his silent wallowing for just a tad too long, it seemed.

"So, what'cha got in mind, eh?" he prompted, abruptly dropping his arms., allowing them to swing a few times to work out the kinks in his shoulders. "I'm sure the chef will most certainly make an adequate enough decision."

The siren looks at the other in complete concern as he first starts speaking. Moving around the bar to come over to him and set down a bottle of water for him. "Still drink some damn water you weirdo." He joked semi seriously.

As he kept talking the other ancient creature raised a brow and then his expression shifted to stern which was a rarely seen look on the usually jovial musicians face. He may know they were immortal it didn't stop him from truly caring or truly worrying. He knelt down and put a hand on the others knee looking up at him beseechingly.

"Just because you can go through such things and be fine? Doesn't mean you should have to. I just...I just want you to be ok at the end of the day alright? I don't like it when you hurt or suffer. And when you are for fucks sake let me help. What's the point of knowing a soother if you don't let him soothe yea? My magic can do a lot more than just seduce sailors after all." He grinned up at him and then pushed up turning back towards the bar. "Now then this place is closed for the night handsome but how about I make you some dinner. Of course if you want to come upstairs with me that is. My place is pretty nice, big soft nest to sleep in. And I'm a good cook." He grinned at the offer. "Or do I gotta use that aforementioned side of my magic to entice you?"

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Dropping in

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*dragging my sorry corpse from its filthy coffin to gaze upon the dash with unblinking eyes* hi everyone i'm Lingering

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knife play but you just slit my throat and let me bleed out on your bedroom floor

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I’m seeing a lot of XigThirst lately so yknow I had to do a crappy doodle for it uwu

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Prepping myself for some Big Gay Pride Weekend Shenanigans, so it’s unlikely I will make any major appearances for a bit, thus apologies for not getting to any recent messages right away :<

Buuut if y’all waaaaaaant, you could sneakie-sneak some prompts into my inbox for later……….. jsjs B)

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so you'll condone cannibalism?

sure why not

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obsessed with the concept of the anti-saint. you will suffer cruelties and humiliations that should be unthinkable and die pointlessly, and if you must be remembered at all, it will only be with revulsion, as if you were a festering scar on reality itself. neither resistance nor submission will redeem you. god will not save you. god has abandoned you. everyone has abandoned you. you are alone in an uncaring universe.

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craving the kind of intimacy that requires surgical tools