Dark Suspicions [Xigbar]

[Lagunamov]

That stomach must like good quality food only

“What happened, you didn’t shower before the mission or something?” he mocked the kid after he got spit out. Truth be told, the idea of being swallowed by a heartless repulsed even him, especially this one. Though, he wondered, if it were a different heartless, allowing oneself to be devoured could provide a tactical advantage, destroying the monster from within and all.

Looking at the Leechgrave, Xigbar could see that it was short on time. Its aggressive behavior was certainly caused by this, the heartless knowing if it didn’t start playing dirty and going all out on them, it’d be destroyed. Sure, destroying this heartless would prove only a temporary solution, they didn’t have a keyblade at hand after all, but having a monster reducing the heartless population running wild wasn’t good either. If it hadn’t been for that, it would have been quite likely both Zexion and Xigbar would have left by now.

“As if I would stop shooting,” he sharked, separating the arrowguns into too, holding them in each hand. He took steady aim around him, inspecting the situation for a second. A rain of bullets ensued, Xigbar running around the area, shooting in different directions with each of his guns, confusing the heartless and its extremities. The amount of purplish beam bullets flying around almost lit up the area as he quickly moved in between stunned Tentaclaws, reaching the coffin once more in a matter of seconds.

He focused his fire on the lid, running towards it and improving his aim, now hitting directly the inhabitant of the coffin through the hole on the lid. The heartless tried to ram itself against Xigbar, who swiftly teleported behind it, turning around and continuing his onslaught of attacks on the Leechgrave while running backwards.

“Anytime you want now kid,” he told Zexion, neither releasing his fingers from the triggers nor stopping on any spot to rest or catch his breath.

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I messed up and accidentally deleted my own post. I pressed back enough and managed to get it back, so I just put it back here. Sorry @_@)

Obviously It's Not Used to Good Food

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"It obviously has poor taste," he retorted sarcastically, "Perhaps you should see if it prefers you." He doubted that the Heartless would hold back on trying to swallow either of them again; its attacks were growing desperate and the Tentaclaws were attacking with increased tenacity. It was at last reaching its end after countless attacks and was trying to do away with what it saw as nuisances. Fortunately, this fight would not be lasting much longer and it would not longer be around to deal with them.

Zexion waited until he saw that Xigbar started shooting again. He studied the Leechgrave once more, looking at its core that Xigbar was currently shooting at, before he disappeared from sight. The Lexicon was still opaque, though it did not matter if the Heartless could see it or not. He ran as quickly as possible over to the Heartless, becoming opaque himself before he extended his hand at it. Darkness exploded upon the Heartless, causing it to screech fiercely. The Tentaclaws started to disappear, the Leechgrave then fading as Xigbar's shots still went into it. It faded quickly, the fight now over.

"It seems we are finished here," he said, "The Heartless should start returning to this world. Your assistance here was appreciated." Zexion doubted he could have handled the Heartless without aid; it would have certainly taken longer at any rate. With the mission complete now, he let his Lexicon disappear before summoning a Corridor of Darkness near them; he was not about to walk through this whole world again. "Shall we?"

[Zexion used Shadow Silhouette, 6 posts until next use, 2 uses left][/blockquote][/size]

[Lagunamov]

Stepity step and jazz hands

The onslaught of attacks kept on going in both directions, Xigbar starting to get tired of the ordeal. He was almost bending his arms all over the place, sometimes even above his head, just for the sake of providing a distraction. Luckily for him, his efforts came to fruition once Zexion dealt with the Leechgrave, finally releasing them from their duties.

“Hallelujah!” he proclaimed, raising his hands into the air for a moment, letting his arrowguns drop and disappear. He dropped on his back on the ground, a grin on his face, and looked at Zexion. “What, no victory pose? You killed it, you need to do something,” he jumped backwards from the ground, standing once more and staring at the kid.

“Here, I got an idea. Just follow me,” he said, standing in front of him a couple meters away to give them space. Zexion’s reaction to this would be worth a snapshot. “Hand, hand, head, head, up, pas de bourrée, big turn, rond de jambe, sissonne, sissonne, slide back, step, step, and jazz hands!” he explained while performing the moves himself, ending with the aforementioned jazz hands up in the air.

Silence took over the world for what seemed like the longest second in the history of the universe. Zexion was staring at him, his eyes widened at the sight and seemingly petrified. “Fine, Mr. No Sense of Humor, let’s go home,” the freeshooter sighed, resuming a normal stance and walking through the corridor, which he was starting to wonder the moment he stepped in if it wasn’t directed somewhere else other than the castle just for the sake of messing with him.

[Fate]

What... the... Heck...

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Zexion gave Xigbar a puzzled look at the mention of a victory pose, raising an eyebrow. He was never one to do victory poses or those sorts of things; though, he rarely had to finish a fight at all. He shook his head to Xigbar. "And why would I need to do something like that? What's the point?" Though, that question went ignored as Xigbar told him to follow him. Without much of a choice, Zexion did so and kept his arms crossed, wondering what sort of 'victory pose' he was going to do.

Victory pose was perhaps not the appropriate word for what Xigbar did. Zexion gaped at him as he started doing this dance routine of sorts, or that's what the Schemer assumed it was. Part of him wondered when Xigbar had the time to learn such a thing or where he did; no, better question was why he learned this. Did he do this on all other missions? Zexion had not gone on missions with him before that he could remember, so perhaps that was the case. Either way, he was relatively sure that this image was going to remain in his mind for a long period of time.

When Xigbar finished with these so called "jazz hands", Zexion could not do anything else but stare at him as if petrified. He could barely hear Xigbar decide to leave and call him something else, though he heard him go through the Corridor of Darkness. That sound alerted him that it was at last time to leave this world. He turned and walked through the Corridor quickly, closing it shortly thereafter.

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Mission Report
Status: Succeeded
Notes: The Leechgrave Heartless seemed to have stopped other Heartless from coming to the world, locking the hearts we needed inside itself. Xigbar and I managed to defeat it; the world will need to be looked at again to assure that ordinary Heartless activity will return.

I would also like to request not to be placed on a mission with Xigbar. His 'victory dance' was able to cause mental scarring that need not be repeated. Thank you.

Signed, Zexion.[/blockquote]