entrancelogs | xemnas and xigbar +incomplete+;

Who: Xemnas

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Where The garden.
When: Shortly after this.
Rating: PG, rating subject to change?
Summary: Xemnas gets lost in the garden, and Xigbar offers to go and give him a helping hand.
the Story:

Xemnas isn't entirely sure what had prompted him to visit the garden anyway -- he has always disliked Marluxia's various plants and whatnot, and they aren't really his thing. And now he has another reason to add to his list; he gets hopelessly lost when he visits them, and if it were possible for him to feel embarrassment at having to ask for help to get out, well, now would be the time.

He wonders whether he should stay right where he is and wait for Xigbar to arrive or not, and then decides it's probably for the best if he does, though he is ever wary of the possibility of a man-eating plant being nearby. He couldn't recall ever allowing those back at the Castle; though, they were probably at this mansion long before he was.

Wondering if anyone has fallen victim to them yet isn't the most pleasant of thoughts.

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“FUCKING PLANTS.”

Aggravated by the sudden loss of half of his coat, Xigbar continued to walk through the large maze-like garden that Marluxia happily summoned up a few weeks ago. Or was it months? He wasn’t sure exactly how long, but II didn’t care. Freeshooter wouldn’t even be in the said labyrinth if it wasn’t for his Superior— if it was for Xemnas. He was the boss, so he followed; and he owed Xemnas too much already. Really.

It would have been easier for the Freeshooter to find his leader if he used his hunters knife and hack-slashed his way through, but this was Marluxia’s territory; there were plenty of man-eating plants, poisonous flowers and whatsnot. The sniper knew better than to suddenly go trigger-happy in a place that could kill him in five seconds.. most probably. His instincts told him so.

Can’t even smoke, he thought.

After a few moments of carefully crossing sleeping venus fly traps and giant blood tulips, he was able to see a dark-skinned man with long silver hair— there Xemnas was, standing, and most probably contemplating (as usual).

“Hey there.” said Xigbar in a cocky tone, forgetting that his cloak was torn in half and that his boots were somewhat muddy.

Xemnas made a mental note to himself to ban Marluxia from having any plants -- man-eating, poisonous, or otherwise general threats to people's safety -- anywhere near the Castle at the World That Never Was. If getting back there and out of this damned mansion was even an option, anyway. Really, the man's apparent obsession with them was a little unnerving.

He could hear Xigbar before he could see him -- his irritation with the plants was obviously just as high as his was, and Xemnas found himself smirking faintly in spite of himself. He turned around at the sound of footsteps, and Xigbar's greeting, and nodded in acknowledgement.

"Having fun there?" Xemnas noticed the state of Xigbar's cloak and was half-tempted to offer him his own -- it was the least he could do considering Xigbar came all the way out here to rescue him, anyway.

“Fun? As if.” Freeshooter rolled his only eye before giving the Nobody a toothy grin. Pants trying to eat him for flesh and blood— taking out anyone that tried to step in their territory— it was exactly the sniper’s idea of fun if he were the one playing the helpless victim that was simply trying to find a way out. Rather, Xigbar only wished he was the one in the plants shoes, taking out people with a single bullet down through their head or a blade down their throat.

Xigbar only wished he was the one hunting.

“And you? Had tea over with one of these things like a Heartless chasing a Nobody?” asked II, motioning over towards the said man-eating plants and roaming poisoned vines that were slowly crawling on the ground towards the two Nobodies. The sniper smirked, knowing that it wouldn’t attack them--- yet. Neither of them attacked the plants, unless verbal assault counted.

Xemnas couldn’t help but smirk at that. “Somehow, I didn’t think you were. You’d much prefer to be shooting something up, I assume?” Rhetorical question. Of course, he already knew the answer to that one. The Superior had never liked the garden, so why he had come out here in the first place was a mystery – and now the plants were probably going to try and eat the pair of them. Wonderful. A wonderful end to a wonderful day, wasn’t it.

“Indeed. But, Marluxia’s plants aren’t the most gracious of hosts,” he replied, eyeing a near-by man-eating plant in minor irritation. He would get XI back for this – especially for mocking him, saying the garden wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t that bad if you were the master over the plants, told them who to attack and who not to; Xemnas hardly had that power. He too was a little too tempted to lash out at them with his blades, but no doubt that opportunity could arise sooner than he’d like.

“Assumed right,” said the Freeshooter, giving a nod of his head before his good eye spotted the moving plant near Xemnas.

Great, they were hungry, thought II before he sighed, shaking his head from side-to-side solemnly— mocking the thought of I and himself getting eaten.

“… right.” Ending the conversation for a moment, he grabbed his Superior’s hand for a moment, instantly warping above the perplexing grounds before a nearby tulip tried swallowing the two—of course, leaving a message for their humble hosts; one of Xigbar’s firearms materialized from the darkness. There, he grabbed it, and then shooting down the flower.

Xigbar never did like tulips.

Xemnas just smirked in reply to that, but was then once again distracted by the plant close to him – as time passed, it only seemed more and more eager to make a meal out of the pair of Nobodies.

“They seem to be starving to death out here. Doesn’t Marluxia take as good care of them as he pledges?” he commented dryly, then not expecting the Sniper to grab his hand so suddenly – but nonetheless, he was grateful to get away from the plant. Needless to say he wasn’t expecting the sudden air travel either, but he made a mental note to himself to thank Xigbar for taking the initiative later – if there even was a later.

Irritating bloody plants.

He summoned one of his weapons to his hand, watching the plants and flowers closely, and shooting a bolt of energy at a near-by one that was sneaking too close for comfort. Xemnas couldn’t have been more relieved that he had asked for assistance with getting out of the garden; without the Freeshooter, he would have most likely been a goner by now.

“Is now a bad time to say that I appreciate the help?” Xemnas smirked faintly, zapping another plant with an energy bolt.

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