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Post by Akito on Oct 1, 2009 10:11:27 GMT -5
(Organization members only and a...surprise guest. Remember to dress nice ~_-)
An elegant black tuxedo with a rather refined red rose in the chest pocket. A white undershirt, frilled at the neck, and loosely unbuttoned. These are the clothes Marluxia had chosen to wear this night, this night he had finally ascended the first step of the staircase. A process that had taken him far too long.
His enemies were gone. Xemnas was gone and even that irritating Vexen who abhorred him so had 'disappeared' from the Organization ranks recently. At Marluxia's command, Larxene and Axel had seen to that. So it was the rest of them, the senior members, those loyal to themselves or to the Superior turned to him. Him. Marluxia.
After all, he was the only one who was capable of leading them. They had tried it without him and they had failed miserably, losing Vexen along the way. Or so they had thought, at least.
Whatever the case, whatever the procedure, what was important was they had reached the destination Marluxia planned. He sat now, cross legged in what can only be described as Beast's Ball Room. Yet it wasn't. Not really. This was Castle Oblvion, where lies become truth and this was where Marluxia had decided to hold his coronation and banquet celebrating his ascension.
Buffet tables lined the sides of the vast rooms, the chandeliers gleamed with unnatural light and classical music, Beethoven and Mozart, played to dare anyone to dance in the Ballroom's centre. Marluxia sat before all this, at the head furthest from the grand doors. He sat poised in his arm chair, a humble throne to be sure. Already his guests (Saix, Larxene, Axel, Xaldin, Luxord, Roxas, Zexion...) had arrived yet there was a stun silence about them. Most were clearly not comfortable with the turn of events.
So Marluxia digressed. He rose from his chair and addressed his audience with but the most graceful of movements. He bowed, then arose and smiled with all the poisons of nature, "I welcome you, my comrades, my friends...my enemies no more. Please enjoy this night, we have much to be grateful for; for tonight, you all have at long last made the right choice."
A jaunty smirk, Marluxia waved his hand and a petal became a wine glass within his palm. Raising the red wine, Marluxia added, "I propose a toast. To a new tomorrow. To us and our continued...cooperation," A flash of danger crossed the reflection of the man's eyes as he drunk deeply from the wine.
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Post by angelous on Oct 1, 2009 10:29:53 GMT -5
Well this was rather unexpected. Marluxia was now the so called leader of the Organization. Roxas really couldn't complain though, it's not like he saw eye to eye with Xemnas, and well, he never made a bid for power. So all in all, he supposed that this turn of events was perhaps the best thing that could happen. Roxas stood up. He brushed the shoulders of his white tux (with a black undershirt and white tie), then the legs of his white slacks off. A black handkerchief was tucked into a pocket in his tux pocket.
"Alright Marluxia. We're here. And we're following you. Some more easily than others, but we are." He raised his glass in acknowledgement.
"And to the accomplishment of all our goals. So just what are you planning oh fearless leader?" Roxas said that last part dryly. Whatever it was that Marluxia had planned, it would surely mean that someone would end up in some serious trouble, and that was something he would wish they could avoid.
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Post by stray on Oct 1, 2009 16:31:59 GMT -5
Standing next to Axel, Larxene donned a simple backless, black dress, heels, and scarf. The scene before her was one she would have never imagined, and yet, here everyone (mostly) was, sipping wine to avoid the odd glances of the opposing side. Despite Marluxia's moving speech, the twelfth member doubted that the schism among the elders and 'neophytes' would ever be filled. She, for one, would never turn her back on one, that was for sure. Especially not after the stunt she and the pyro next to her had pulled.
To the others, it would appear that the Apathetic Princess had been more distant since their reunion. Gone for long periods of time, she had been avoiding not only the elders, but also ignoring or down right cursing the name of her previous partner in crime as well. Her current 'partnership,' if one could call it such, did not seem much better. At any rate, it would be quite a rare glimpse of the Savage Nymph, both present and dressed up for the occasion. If only they had known of her travels and activities.
Had it not been for Vexen's mysterious disappearance, perhaps none of this would be happening now. The official records stated that he had simply gone MIA after a mission. Had the rest of the Organization known that he had been abducted and thrown into an anti-teleportation and ice cell, after being knocked out from behind by two unknown assailants, then perhaps things would be a bit different now. However, it seemed that the disappearance of an elder and their recent mission hardships, mostly due to a lack in communications and being spread out too thin, had been enough to persuade the Organization that it was time to elect a leader with a set goal.
It was all very convenient, but not noticeably so. Such was Marluxia's graceful style. Doubtless the Organization would be on its way to bigger and better things. Marluxia was not a man to aim low. Some were reluctant to follow, but, when it came down to it, what choice did they have? Shunned by both Light and Dark, there weren't many other alternatives.
Reflecting on the moment, Larxene contently sipped her glass of wine. It was not like anyone here really cared anyway. Best they take advantage of the prestigious event, and the goodies that came with it, while they can.
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Post by III on Oct 1, 2009 22:57:30 GMT -5
He had chosen his Organization cloak.
Uncharacteristically, the hood was draped over his head. A small note. A small reminder.
His steps echoed softly as he strode down the brilliantly white halls, cloak whispering over the perpetually clean tiles. If he could summon anger... but no, it was better this way. One had to be cold if they wished to remain calm. And there was nothing quite like the chill of death.
Xaldin opened the door. As always in the Castle Oblivion there was a brief moment of light and then... change.
A walkway sprouted as did night. Parapets, towers, bold and imposing doors bled directly into the landscape. An interesting choice of venue. The majority of the scenery had come directly from his memories if he was not mistaken. A small concession on Eleven - no, that wasn't quite right now, was it? - on Marluxia's part. Or perhaps a reminder. If so it was not particularly subtle.
Lances twirled through Darkness, begging to be called. He ignored the impulse as his eyes narrowed.
"Theatricality." A small laugh, devoid of anything except the act of laughing. "Of all things."
It was amusing.
Perhaps.
There was an irony here he was sure. Vexen disappearing. Eight and Marluxia collaborating but not collaborating. The Key being tame. Oh yes, an irony. If only he had known the entire story. But he didn't. And if things continued the way they were heading, he probably would never know. But that this was a story that had already been told, he was quite certain.
The lancer tread lightly over the spot he had died.
There always was a tension between those who had come before and those who had come later. And it had always been mediated by Xemnas. Without him... well, in retrospect, the day that the neophytes would make a collective bid for supremacy was hardly surprising. What was surprising was the speed with which it had been enacted.
And by whom. It made one wonder what Marluxia had been in a prior life to shift so easily from the trappings of authority to chains and back again. Certainly not an average Heart. Vexen was right to be wary of that one.
Somewhere far off, a clock struck. A residual memory, affecting the scenery. He was late. But it was the role he had chosen.
Boreas required no prompting.
The doors creaked open as the wind whistled through, extinguishing the candles and revealing a dark if ornate entrance hall. Light flickered at the far end - yes of course, the ballroom. Always the ballroom. He could hear voices from the far end, vaguely. Wind gathered beneath his feet as he leaped, making it straight to the staircase in a single bound. Voices resolved.
"-planning oh fearless leader?"
Ah. The traitor. Consorting with another traitor. How lovely.
He opened the doors leading to the ballroom and strode in letting the wind slam them closed.
Showtime.
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Post by Member Formerly Known As Axel on Oct 1, 2009 23:30:01 GMT -5
Axel had started to grow quite fond of the new look. It was a refreshing change from the typical leathery, black cloak he usually wore. The sharp edges of the black tuxedo molded to his frame fairly well. His black, microfiber shirt fit perfectly under a vibrant red vest. The black blazer was unbuttoned and The Flurry’s hands were stuffed into his pants pockets. Emerald eyes scanned through the familiar faces. Despite now being on the same side as all of them, he still didn’t trust most of them.
“Ease up a bit,” he whispered to the blonde beside him. His hands were naked. For once, he wasn’t wearing those gloves. He stroked his black tie flat against his chest. A tie was a lot better than a bow tie, he thought. Hopefully, he would get to wear tuxedoes more often.
The Flurry understood why they were having this party, but he still didn’t really want to be a part of it. However, he knew that he needed to help secure the atmosphere of them being one big family again.
Axel took a seat on one of the elegantly sculpted chairs nearby, still remaining close to Larxene. He raised a fine glass of wine after Marluxia’s toast. The pyro wasn’t much of a wine drinker, and he set the glass down to be forgotten.
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Post by Akito on Oct 2, 2009 21:43:01 GMT -5
In reply, Marluxia only smiled, finished his drink in one gulp and threw it to the floor. The glass shattered and he laughed. Not a mocking laugh, not the laugh of a madman. But the joyous laugh of a man who was enjoying himself.
"Do not worry yourself over such details, Roxas," Marluxia clicked his fingers and in a flash, the broken pieces of glass were carried off by petals, "I will tell you all soon enough, but not tonight. Enjoy yourselves tonight. All of you," He made particular emphasis towards Xaldin, who had just entered in a rather dramatic fashion.
Glancing down at his Rollex watch, the Graceful Assassin noted the time and decided to introduce the main course, a bit earlier than scheduled. "Well, we have a special guest this evening. Please make him feel welcomed, won't you?" The new Supreme of the Organization clapped his hands and a pool of darkness appeared before himself and the rest of the Organization. From that pool....was a boy entangled and unconscious, bound by Marluxia's black vines, and barely hanging onto life by a slim thread.
That boy was Sora. The Sora.
Elegantly and with high posture, Marluxia weaved his way next to Sora and lifted the boy's chin with his index finger teasingly. "Say hello to the nice people, Chosen of the Keyblade,"
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Post by yami on Oct 6, 2009 16:05:25 GMT -5
 "An unexpected guest, an unexpected place, boy...it didn't pay to be a Hero..."
Instead, upon Marluxia's prompt, Sora's eyelids fluttered. There was one blink, then another, and one more blink. His mouth was certainly agape at this point. Letting out a very audible gasp. No doubt it filled the ballroom, whilst his blue orbs darted all around. This was...this was the Ballroom of Beast's Castle but...
"Where's Beast and what are you all doing here!?"
At which point his motor functions had kicked in. His left and right arm attempted to move before becoming conscious of the vines that trapped him.
"Huh!?"
Sora was perplexed, how did he become captured. Didn't he beat the Organization already? Surely, he did! Thus he looked to his...host, then to the peers of said host. He vaguely recognized their faces. After all, he fought against all of them at some point. His eyes ended up laying on the one face he recognized the least. Roxas. Well, he sort of looked familiar.
"You're...that guy I fought in The World That Never was...aren't you?"
Having no clear indication of his name or anything, all he could remember was clashing Keyblades with him. Even the last line that he spoke was hazy at best. It was awhile back, he'd been too busy using his brain for school work...which didn't seem to last long. After that, he was whisked to Land of Dragons. This Hero business didn't provide much time off. The last place he was in was Twilight Town. That much he was sure, yet the more questions he asked...the more confused he became. |
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Post by angelous on Oct 7, 2009 14:45:47 GMT -5
Roxas almost cringed when Marluxia let his comrades know who their special guest was. Now it wasn't that Roxas didn't like Sora (which could have been true if they weren't almost the same personality wise), it was just the thought of having to join with him again that he didn't like. So he voiced this.
"Are you trying to get rid of me Marluxia?" He turned to Sora. "Yeah I am. Name's Roxas, in case you never figured it out." He normally would've considered going up to the captive and leaning in close to their face, but he didn't want to risk vanishing again. He frowned, then put his finger up to his mouth as if he was thinking of something to say. He put his finger down, and spoke to Sora once more.
"Have a nice summer?" Part of him hoped Sora would remember what he was talking about, but if not, well, he surmised that it was another reason not to like his other half. He took a few steps back, as if he was worried that Sora could absorb him from where he was being held, and that was at least a good teen feet or so away if Roxas had to guess. Just what was Marluxia planning?
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Post by stray on Oct 9, 2009 11:31:12 GMT -5
It was as close to a spit-take as one could achieve in real life. Larxene had made the mistake of sipping her glass of wine as the darkness revealed none other then the little 'Heartless Hero' that everyone in the Organization would no doubt 'fondly' remember. She quickly moved to wipe up what little mess she had made.
"No way!" the nymph called out, faking astonishment as if it were the real thing. Xaldin's dramatic entrance and Roxas' rebelliousness were quickly cast aside as Larxene both studied the captured boy and contemplated on how and where to take this absurd situation. There was no denying that her first instinct was shove a few kunai down the kid's throat, or to electrocute him where he hung. Still, her mind could not get around the fact that the Keyblade's Chosen was being held before them, right this very second. If she could have been truly angry, perhaps she would have been mad at Marluxia most of all for holding out on her, and for catching her off guard.
It was ironic. Now that they finally had him, now what? Years had passed since their initial plan. Now that Marluxia ruled the Organization, what use would the little brat be? An incredulous glance was shot toward the host. "Just what do you have in mind to do with him?" she half asked outloud and half to herself, all the while ignoring the conversation between Roxas and his other half, which didn't seem to make much sense. She hoped the answer had to do with something along the lines of a public execution.
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Post by III on Oct 9, 2009 15:25:22 GMT -5
Nobodies were consummate actors.
Xaldin had learned that truth long ago. Thus his first reaction was to scoff. Really, Marluxia. In this house of dreams and memory you'd have us believe that you actually...?
But something was wrong with that scene. The lancer forcibly swallowed it as he shifted gears, scrutinizing the exchange for that which didn't, couldn't add up. Memories were fickle things. They could change, blur, and die. Hearts subsisted upon them, kept their identity through them, but ultimately did not have to depend upon them. There was no way a simulacrum built of memory could act exactly like Sora and yet...
And yet the hints towards prevarication eluded him.
The lancer laughed. It began as a quiet rumble but by the time Twelve had started to demand what Marluxia's plans were, it had become a full-blown fracture, impossible to ignore. Darkness thrummed around him as corridors winked in and out of existence. There was one way to be sure.
Xaldin's appearance shimmered as he suddenly burst forwards, scattering food and drinks as he swerved around the various Organization members. On his mind there was but one thought:
Attack.
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Action recap:
Xaldin's using Notus to engage at strong-level speeds as he zooms forward (2 post cool-down). He's got semi-good maneuverability so don't make him go crashing into walls and whatnot. If no one stops him, he's unleashing his 9-hit combo against Sora.
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Post by Akito on Oct 10, 2009 17:55:10 GMT -5
"Of course I'm not, Roxas," Marluxia's gleam did not leave him, "This is merely...a display of power," Cold eyes surveyed those around him. Those peerless blue eyes said, 'This is what I'm capable of, and more. Do not disappoint me, or your end will be worse', without need of words. It appeared nothing more than an exhibition, a show of might. But was Marluxia ever that simple?
This was a surprise the Graceful Assassin had kept even from his closest allies. Though he trusted them as much as a man like him could, there were secrets one kept even from those closest to you. There was...much Marluxia kept to himself.
Predictable as always, Xaldin came in determined to slay the bound keyblader. It was as Marluxia expected. Xaldin was a powerful warrior, but he had no mind for politics. His reckless charge...was simply working towards Marluxia's favor. With a click of his fingers, the keyblade bearer was released from the vines binding him...all except one. There was a single black vine looped and bound tightly around his neck, like a collar, leading back to Marluxia's hand and underneath his sleeve, like a leash. The leash was long and would not compromise mobility overly much, but still, Marluxia kept Sora on this bind that could suffocate him at anytime.
"So be it, Xaldin, come see for yourself! Defend yourself, keyblader,"
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Post by yami on Oct 10, 2009 18:48:04 GMT -5
 "Okay, Hero Time..."
"Didn't you say... I make a good other?"
Sora was grasping for any straw to help him, as this was very much a situation which he needed support. Perhaps this was what subconsciously caused his form to glow. His heart, looking to pull back the remnants. Of course this wasn't a private conversation for two. Larxene broke the moment with her shout. This caused his focus to shift to Larxy; for she asked a question that was very much on his mind. He couldn't help but turn back to his host for answers. Of course he heard the laugh, from it's quieter stages right up to the booming laugh. Had he not been trying to read his captor for clues; he'd have probably turned to look at Xaldin. More importantly, there was the issue of Marluxia (whom captured him), attempting to get rid of Roxas. To which he explained he wasn't, followed by boasting. Yes, boasting about his show of power. Oh that got the Hero of the Keyblade upset.
A quick glance into his eyes however, revealed that Marluxia was not a mad to underestimate. In fact, Sora could feel a familiar danger emitted from his eyes. One he'd encountered before as they fought prior. Ah, but for someone whom was considered unheroic, Sora certainly got into the game fast. The first sign of mobility, Sora quickly activated explosion. Admittedly, he was going to charge right towards Marluxia but already someone sought to attack his exposed back. Thus Xaldin zoomed into Sora whom activated explosion, yes...running into a trap (a popular theme between us it seems =p).
The explosion would bounce him back off and Sora would then attempt to strike him down with Thunder. A quick flash of light, striking down his enemy in a flash. Considering that the explosion would ricochet Xaldin off, it would mean little time for mobility. Little time for mobility meant a sure fire hit, yes? Well...that depended on the opponent's defenses. Regardless the keyblade was in hand and ready to rumble. |
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Post by Xiggy on Oct 12, 2009 4:13:53 GMT -5
Fashionably late. As usual.
He arrived by teleportation, so typical of the Freeshooter. Who needed walking when you can zip from place to place without even batting an eye. He appeared next to an empty chair, and promptly seated himself in it, completely oblivious to his new king and the hubub around him. Unlike Xaldin, II wasn't one to put off the opportunity to dress up in something other than his organization robes. Clad in a white button down shirt which was haphazardly tucked in and unbuttoned on the top, a lose tie and black slacks, Xigbar glanced at his bare hands. One snap of the fingers and one memory of soft leather against skin later, Xigbar was pulling on a pair of white gloves. A bit too prissy for his liking, but hey, it matches.
Then he glanced at the scene before him. Ah…it was that Sora kid. II’s eyebrow raised animatedly as he watched his buddy, oh buddy dash towards the keyblade brat. The weaker link of a group of majestic fighters. A burst of wind. Xigbar rolled his eye with a smirk and pulled the loose gray locks back into a ponytail.
It had been an interesting turn of events. The disappearance of IV. The sudden ascend of Marly. Xemnas’ absense. Xigbar had watched the events unfold with a wild sneer, enjoying himself though he seemed absent from the majority of the activity. But he was always watching.
“Seems like I’ve been invited to a circus,” Xigbar chuckled, picking up his wine glass and sipping from it. The yellow eye darted at the pink haired youth at the end of the table, sparing a little glance at the dog with the giant key on the leash. It was no surprise, really. Out of the thirteen, the second most capable tyrant was Marluxia. And what was Xigbar's feeling on this? Well...the nobody doesn't have feelings. Nor was politics ever of any interest to him. Regardless...there were going to be some heavy changes.
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Post by III on Oct 16, 2009 15:55:04 GMT -5
He was swimming through fire. Xaldin felt his eyeballs melt, his face scrape to the bone, his skin cauterize itself like morning bacon. Every instinct screamed at him to retreat, to flee, to run – but Nobodies ran on will more than instinct. He ignored the chorus. And then he was through.
His body steamed. Wisps of black smoke trailed off of his figure. The light burned. Always did. Not important.
Just the easy part.
The second hit harder. Nerveless, his right hand failed him, drooping limply. His left cocked backwards half-heartedly: all that remained was the shaft of the spear; its tip was running down in melted, ruined rivulets. His thoughts were foggy. Vital. He had to hit a vital – like the neck or the heart. Sora would die like anyone else.
He looked blurrily. Gauged the distance. And in the way one noticed a rabbit warren while charging the trenches, Xaldin realized that beneath the collar, Sora’s Adam’s apple had barely matured.
Just a kid...
The third ball of light was accompanied by a jolt of electricity.
Xaldin collapsed to one knee. His ruined spear hit the ground, served as an old man’s cane. Xaldin glanced to his right : he hadn’t even noticed that he had lost hold of his spear. Heh. Pathetic. He glanced upwards. If he skewered Sora through the abdomen-
The fourth sent him flying, crashing through buffet tables, food and perhaps even people.
[ooc: a good a place as any to justify a hiatus. Feel free to godmode him (yes, you can shave his sideburns) and no, he’s not dead or actually missing eyeballs or whatnot. Mysteriously, his wardrobe is intact despite the implied damage.] |
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Post by angelous on Oct 17, 2009 10:30:10 GMT -5
As Xaldin was attacking Sora, part of Roxas was hoping for Xaldin to end the threat to the Organization once and for all. But it would appear that would not be the case, Sora would make sure of that. Roxas summoned his Keyblades, and stood about ten feet away from Sora.
"That's enough! I'm sure our gracious leader didn't bring Sora here to attack." Roxas said gracious sarcastically, which he figured anyone could figure out. He hadn't as of yet spent much time with Marluxia, but he seemed to be the same as Xemnas. Looking out for himself.
"Yeah Sora, I did." He turned toward Sora.
"If you haven't figured it out yet, let me spell it out to you. I'm your Nobody. I was fused back with you just before you woke up in Twilight Town. But your increase in power allowed me to fight you that day. And it hasn't stopped growing, as you can see." Roxas smiled.
"Because I'm no longer just a creation of your mind, I'm real. Well as real as us Nobodies can get."
Roxas looked back at Xaldin. He hadn't gotten up yet, so he figured he was unconscious. Roxas' smile left, and as he turned around, to face Marluxia, he asked one simple question.
"Say Sora, did you ever thank Namine?" He'd wait to see how close to home that hit.
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao