Where Shadows Gather (Dark XII and Affiliates)

Darkness rippled as Elaeus stepped out of a portal in the precise location of the upcoming meeting. This would be the first official meeting in a long time versus flowing into a meeting in a non-profession and lax sitting with those who were convenientally there. The last one that fitted such detail was when one can catch the flows of lilac hair before it vanished under the quick movement of Arumial. The upgrade in their progression was somewhat expected, but still surprising. Now they would all cultivate into a single room. Perhaps it was moving to the Earth Titan to finally have majority of the Dark XII together.

In the room there was a long table with one head chair and the rest falling down the sides. Elaeus never took interest in counting the spaces, especially with the increase of numbers. With Seed there would already by thirteen, and there are possibly three more that may join. One was a boy who believed Heartless were striving for good, but depending on whatever angle or aspect one looks at, it can be made truth. All one need is evidence of truth, which isn't hard to gather. It seems the recruiting as been taken under both Elaeus' and Seed's wings. Ela have failed to meet up with one of the applicants when the Earth Titan alerted him. With his mind never ceasing from thinking, Elaeus sat in a chair with his arms propped on the arm rests. His elbows rose his forearms as his fingers laced together; his thumbs weren't touching, but his pinkies lightly touched each other from an angle forming a triangle space; this was his common stance of laxed contemplation. Even habits from the past still followed him.

With the serenity waving off of him, it would seem that the Earth Titan was sleep, but he was merely waiting for everyone else; there's no need to waste energy if the true event hadn't started yet. There was someone else here though; being attentive for a moment, the Heartless hummed once recognizing Seed and his uneasiness. A brow arched.

Since Ansem was finally awakened and aroused from whatever he had been. A proper introduction needed to be branched from Seed to the Lead. Although he have given orders to the subordinate, he never met him. Elaeus would do so when Ansem ask it of him feeling that there are more pressing matter's then Seed's presense, especially with the new company of a mortal and the unwanted visit from the neighboring nobodies.

Sigh...Braig was old, and he knew it. Even moreso as he phased into the room, hunched over. His bandages were beneath his shirt, but blood still managed to stain. If Ansem was a bit more forgiving...Braig wouldn't even have bothered to show up to this meeting.

Without a single word or glance to anyone, Braig took his seat, the number two Chair.

((Short..meh..Braig muse small))

She had registered a disgruntling feeling, the type that lodged in the back of one's mind when pinned under a disturbing stare. It was probably from Ansem, judging by the way she'd absconded, but she could've cared less. For the present, regret wasn't in Era's vocabulary.

They were having a meeting... Which meant that, again, she'd have to pull her act together, despite the fatigue screaming in contradiction. For her own good, she would have to induce some personal focus.

After the first person had arrived at their designated location, the girl had forced up a new wave of energy. Her icy eyes were not only open, but attentive. She even pulled away from the cold grasp of the Guardian, choosing to stand a few feet away from the crowd. Sitting wouldn't have been too high on her list of preferences, considering that she was in a room surrounded by strangers. One of which she'd already made enemies of.

Thus, she just stood there, to the left of their Leader's seat; quiet, curious, and perhaps worried for what was to come.

Hearing more enter, a single eye opened to see Relena come in. She too took noticed of Seed's quivering with a demanding look for him to get over it and join them. Time was rolling by as the seats began to fill. Braig was directly across from him, but he spoke nothing; even his eyes weren't welcoming anyone. Elaeus had concluded that something must had occured to curl the Righteous Archer's tongue. Seeing the blood on his chest, it was quite clear that he didn't fancy the one who beared a mark on him. Brows furrowed trying to remember what happened and who specifically attacked Braig. His memory was a bit fuzzy by adrenaline, but he had a feeling that Braig would never forget it.

Era was escorted by the Guardian. The sleepiness she had earlier in the hall was ignored and covered with a more focus persona. Elaeus hummed softly at this somewhat intrigued as she stood on the side of the tables with the even numbered chairs, which were filled with Braig and Relena leaving Elaeus was alone on the opposite side. Although he would've studied her more under his inquisitive gaze, a familiar darkness grasped his attention.

Ienzo...

It was a while since he had seen him; the Earth Titan was too busy to make rounds in checking with every Dark XII member to the point that Ienzo faded into the dark background literally. Where in the world have he been? He had disappeared like Dilan; the thought wrinkled his brow. Hopefully he wasn't toying with the same path as Number III. His ears perked at the apology hoping that he wasn't being foolish.

Then he looked at him. Elaeus former position had shifted since Ienzo walked in; he was no longer bending to rest his chin, but sitting up attentively. Not speaking, the Earth Titan looked at Ienzo. He doubted he could ever be spiteful to the Silhouette of Intelligence. He simply hummed as he had did with Era. Surely Ienzo knew him well enough to know he accepted it.

If possible he would personally speak with Ienzo later.

Uther's portal brought him precisely where he knew his seat to be, at Ansem's side. He sat calmly, his eyes betraying his power while the rest of his body looked to all the world to be that of an aging king.

He wasn't kidding himself. He was an aging king- well, as much aging as a Heartless could. But he was far from weak. He had a purpose. A fate. And damned if he had any choice but to fulfill it.

((Going out of order here, as there seems to be a free-for-all now in terms of dialogue.))

Myde glanced up from his sheet music. Now this WAS interesting. Minions and the like were his style, that's for sure, but he never knew Ansem to be the type. Well, there was the Riku kid, but he had always assumed that to be a one-shot trick. Still, one more thing concerned him.

"Yeah, I got a question." His voice was the first to be heard. "What's the Cornerstone doin' in Timeless? Isn't it supposed to be the castle's, I dunno, cornerstone? I don't think that mouse is likely to have left it in the wimpy past as opposed to his big ol' castle."