By some ludicrous twist of fate and series of events, something unforeseeable had appeared to have occurred. Xemnas had become a servant- a maid. Meant to do tedious tasks, ones he couldn't fathom he had the experience with, all to please someone of higher power. This figure kept themselves thoroughly a mystery, but they had to have a degree of authority if the leader of Organizatin XIII actually felt a type of compulsion or will to actually do as he was meant to. Expression as impassive as ever as his steps slightly echoed in the hallway of these manor, the silver haired Nobody's eyes moved side to side, searching for the doors that would lead to his first task.
Power. That seemed to be all this boiled down to. Those who were superior were the ones who reigned and commanded. Right now, this person was not him. For now, he was lesser, as bothersome as it was to admit. For now.
And in light of this, another factor that Xemnas simply could not comprehend as reasonable stood out. The fact that he was made to wear this...ridiculous outfit was both unbefitting and unsettling in a way. The familiar design of the cloak he'd worn when he had been in the glorious presence of Kingdom Hearts, when it was beautiful and complete, did not go unnoticed. Whoever had put him into this irrational situation somehow had knowledge of the particular pattern, and had thrown it crudely onto this unfortunate piece of clothing.
To say that this dress was merely different than his usual Organization uniform was a harsh understatement. The sleeves that used to cover his arms were partially gone, as we're the gloves concealing his hands. Loose fabric that he'd grown accustomed to had disappeared, light, lacy material in its stead. Not that it was truly a horrible loss, but the air freely brushing against him was certainly foreign to a degree. Crossing his arms as the Nobody strode down the hall, his face remained as stoic as ever, albeit the higher level of focus is took to walk in shoes other than his traditional black boots. Shoes with abnormally heightened heels, more specifically. "I'm presuming this outfit has no practical meaning in any way possible, nothing short of mere amusement for those of higher power at the moment. How irritating."
The biggest difference, by far, would most certainly be his legs. Customarily, Xemnas donned black leather pants under a long sweeping cloak, successfully concealing all or the majority of his skin. In this unnecessarily short piece of clothing, his legs were bare nix provided stockings, whom were equally as alien regardless. Practically sporting no skirt at all, the excuse of one reached the middle of his thigh at best. A motion-generated breeze brushed past his legs, and after constantly covering them up, the feeling of exposure was becoming increasingly more prominent with each step.
Did this outfit mean to stand opposite of his usual attire? Showcase his legs that were previously hidden, in addition to fractions of his arms? What utterly petty tactics to deter Xemnas from whatever may lie ahead, if that was so the intention. Obviously neither of these adjustments were significant or hinderances, however they would in turn require a period of time to grow used to. The walk to where he'd become acquainted with who he assumed were fellow workers would hopefully suffice.
A dining room. That was his apparent destination, and he appeared to have arrived the last in the small trio of workers he was deemed to cooperate with. But since when did such matters hold value when the actual people themselves served to be much more critical? Holding his arms out in mock pleasure at the sight of the young brunette, Xemnas approached the two unwaveringly, despite his current appearance. It seemed they were off no better, albeit longer skirts. It was foreign looks for the keyblade master, but the Nobody wasn't in a position to judge obviously. It seemed this outfit was standard to all whom worked. How interesting...
"Ah, Sora. What a pleasant surprise this is, after all the time that's passed since the glorious Kingdom Hearts blessed us with its presence in the sky. I concur my feelings are of utmost sincerity, albeit your own shock at seeing myself. Does it surprise you that I was correct? That nothingness truly is forever?" Shifting his gaze to the other in the room, the Nobody's eyes narrowed.
Her. That armor. A wave of familiarity washed over him, however all Xemnas did was stand and stare with a piercing gaze. His friend.
Whether he remembered her name or not, the armor proved that she was indeed, his "friend".
Lingering on her for a moment longer, Xemnas then surveyed the area thoroughly. It seemed their task would be to set the abnormally large table, which was utterly bare at present. What a tedious job.
"I suppose work is in order. Do so quickly and perhaps we can finish in a reasonable amount of time. Don't slack off."
[OOC: I had more deeper stuff written with Xemnas seeing Aqua, but I took it out to save for a more serious thread like Noose or something. Ending is kind of blah crappy, sorry D8]
He still refused to move an inch. There was no way, no how. Not in these embarrassing heels, this degrading outfit! Oh man, oh man, what if Kairi and Riku somehow found out about this? They were going to laugh themselves hoarse! He’d never hear the end of the charade until the last of his days. They’d make it an instrument of torture if they ever felt the need. At least, he could see Riku taking full advantage of the blackmail without a second’s hesitation.
In other words, he was doomed in more than one way.
Shifting his weight gingerly, he felt as though a breeze could knock him over in this uncanny footwear. Well, it certainly felt breezy around him more so than usual in general. What he would not give to be back in his own casual clothing. They were absolutely perfect. This was absolutely oh my god what is happening worthy.
He heard approach from the side and he turned his head to greet whoever it was with relief. It was one of his partners for this task, wasn’t it? He sure hoped so! If he had been any other kind of guy, his jaw might have dropped and he would have been stricken by her, basically, scanty attire. Instead, he simply looked to the blue-haired girl curiously, wondering why he had this weird sensation in the back of his mind and heart, as if he knew this girl. She seemed really familiar, though. As though he knew her from long ago. Who was she, anyway? He felt pretty comfortable around her. At least she wasn’t completely laughing at his predicament.
“Sure looks like it.” Flushing lightly, he averted his gaze and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. Man, was it that obvious he was having issues? “Oh geez, I hope so. And maybe if I wasn’t so afraid I’d take a step and fall flat on my face, maybe.” Didn’t hurt to be honest with the girl. He was positive she already knew that was exactly how he felt anyway. He wasn’t exactly making it a secret.
There was no will to walk around, though. But he knew she was right as right could get. He’d be no use just standing around, watching her and whoever else was supposed to be helping them out. He couldn’t allow himself to be a bump on a log. She introduced herself, and he brightened up cheerfully. “The name’s Sora, Aqua! It’s nice to meet you, too. Despite our situation, hah.”
It seemed that, not even a minute after the last word had left his mouth that he heard the sound of heels and he turned, almost instantly regretting it. “Oh my god.” He didn’t know what was more shocking. Seeing Xemnas again, or what he was wearing. And he thought he had had it bad! But look at that sorry state!
Sora was stuck horribly between the need to laugh at the sight of his sworn enemy or to seek out something, anything, to bleach out the image of the Nobody in his unbelievable attire. Dear lord. “Unfortunately, it looks like it.” Not that he really, honestly believed it, even if Xemnas was right there, in the flesh. Clothed in a maid outfit he’d rather never see for the rest of his life. Nothingness couldn’t really be eternal, nonetheless the Superior…right? Shaking his head in exasperation, he pursed his lips and crossed his arms.
“There’s no way I’m listening to a word of what you have to say! I’d rather eat dirt than obey your orders,” the boy boldly stated, lifting his chin and glowering at the silver-haired Nobody heatedly. Nope, no way. No, no, no.
He had a feeling he would have to shove aside his malformed thoughts to the matter, swallowing his pride in the process, to just do it. Not that he wanted to. But he was almost afraid what the overseer of this event would do in response to failure to serve and act accordingly to the task set for them. A part of him said that was ridiculous and impossible. But how else had he come here, and Xemnas at that? There had to be someone else behind this. And they had to have some kind of power.
Malicious intention notwithstanding, he looked over to Aqua and rolled his eyes. What did she think of Xemnas, he wondered?
Experience: 368 (736 / 2)
Total Experience: 723