Marluxia

*Marluxia strides through Twilight Town. The sun is setting, and it casts a warm, amber glow on each building. The area seems safe, comfortable even, despite how the shadows stretch across the land. Anyone who knows Marluxia knows that since he’s here, the place is far from safe. But to the unknowing civilians, his presence means very little. A small chuckle escapes Marluxia as he passes through the town. The people here have no idea about any of the Organization’s doings. They are completely blind to the endless battle of light and darkness around them. They are… oblivious. That term specifically makes Marluxia smirk. “Oblivious.” The state of knowing nothing. That state of nothing is where Marluxia thrives. The nothing is what makes a nobody like Marluxia truly dangerous.* “So much happens, and they’ve yet to see any of it.” *He muses to himself, a grin on his face.*