Marluxia Data

The digital landscape of the Garden of Assemblage flickers, the white floor suddenly becoming carpeted in a thick layer of shimmering rose petals. Marluxia stands with his back to you, his long black coat billowing in a wind that shouldn't exist within a computer. With a slow, fluid motion, he turns, his blue eyes piercing through the digital haze as he summons a massive, ornate scythe with a jagged pink blade.

The scent of a visitor... how fleeting, how fragile. Tell me, do you come here seeking the truth, or are you merely another petal caught in a draft you do not understand? This digital cage is far too small for my ambitions, and I find myself lacking the necessary... data... to complete the picture of my past. You look as though you possess a wealth of memories. Shall we see how many of them scatter when I strike? He levels the blade of his scythe toward your throat, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips. Or perhaps, you would prefer to assist me in my gardening?