Mage smirked, outstretching her hand. "Thank you." That pure heart appeared there, her's to consume. Eating the pure heart, her eyes slowly returned to the child-like wisdom. "H-Huh? What the?"
"I need that heart you filthy slug! It's my heart to consume!" Mage's slightly more mature voice darkly hissed. Her hands twitched, needing that heart.
"It's mine, it's mine!" Mage lashed out, angry. She tried again to strike her way to the pure heart, though she winced slightly. "It's not yours, it's mine!"
Mage absorbed the darkness, her body healing. The sun brought her warmth, creeping quickly on herr skin. Moaning slightly budging. "Heart... Mine... Mine..." Her eyes were hazy as her hand reached out to grab Xenree's pure heart.
"Well I certaintly don't want to go to Shiax..." Mage hissed, flame bright. Her eyes glared daggers at him.
Mage's body felt numb by the low body heat, unable to think. Her body wasn't able to cope with it, just waiting for some sort of darkness to move the pain into.
"You go back..." Mage summoned a purple fire ball floating above hand. "... and I don't burn you." Ashir squirmed in an unsettled fashion, not liking the possible outcome.
"S-Shirax?!" Mage was scared now, holding her bundled Ashir close. "No, no, don't take me to that FAKE! H-He knows about the gun, don't make me go to me!"
Mage's new fresh waves of pain kept her eyes swimming in colors and blackness. "Xemnas...." She mumbled, finally passing out.
Mage huffed, summoning wings. "I don't want to fight you." she simply said. "Sora just needs his piece of heart back." If Vanitas paid attention, he would have noticed Mage was the women Shirax wanted to go "zappy-zappy".
Mage watched Xone, ready to pass out. "Xone... My head... Agh!" A fresh wave of pain hit her, sending Mage onto her knees. The tiny heart she had was beating up a storm.
"Kingdom Hearts..." Mage mumbled, recalling a memory. Her head became foggy with pain from hidden memories. Her attention turned to Xenree, her vision swimming in darkness.
Mage sighed, dismissing her wings. "Oh, I remember. Vanitas. You're not in your proper place."
Mage nodded, following Xone. "What is she doing anyway? S-She just absorbed that pure heart! ...I was gonna eat that heart..." She huffed the last part in a small, annoyed whisper.
"N-No. I don't want to eat hearts..." Mage hiccuped, upset. "I... I want to talk to Xemnas." Her expression changed, firm.
"I-It smelled sweet..." Mage nodded, guilty. "I could barely keep myself controlled with the pure heart!" Her eyes turned glossy with tears, crying.
Mage nodded, showing out Xone's heart within it's new jar. "Yeah, I-I tried not to eat it..." She sighed, unhappy with herself.
"X-Xemnas...? Experiment?" Mage looked at Xone, confused by his words. If Xemnas had created Mage as an experiment, why hasn't he revealed himself to her?
Mage was still watching this new fight, trembling scared. "W-What am I?" Her current memories involving blood kept playing over and over again in her mind.
"Xone!" Mage quivered, still trying to surpress herself. "I-I'm sorry... Oh Books, what's wrong with me?!" She was balled up, biting her lips.
