In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
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"Seed, report. And if you do not find yourself extinguished for your failure, you will find new orders alongside Lea, Even and Myde..."
The Heartless flinched slightly at the mans words. For speaking so softly this guy can sure be intimidating. Letting out a sigh Seed gave his report.
"A few days ago I was attacked and captured by Lexaeus, who in turn brought me before Xemnas. During that time there were others with him sitting in thrones, who I can only assume are all of your lovely other halves." the heartless gave a coy little smirk before continuing.
"Though I do not hear much[ a few of them have loose lips when they think no one is listening. They're gathering something or someone. Whatever it is, it is happening soon."
Lea had been listening to all of the other members evil plots and the responses to them. He really didn't care all that much, until a thought came into his mind involving Lumaria's plan. He stood up.
He looked at Lord Ansem as he said, "Lord Ansem, I would like add an, "extension" to Lumaria's plan," He took a quick competitive glare at Lumaria, than looked back at Lord Ansem, "When- If Lumaria manages to take the heart of... Atlantis, than all of the people living there, will be taken to Traverse Town, only being in it's nature. I say we send the half of our remaining members to wait and collect the hearts of the residents of the former Atlantis, and the other half to keep the Keyblade Wielders away from Traverse Town to stop any, distruptions. Hmph, than our numbers will be much greater than our neighbors."
Lea sat down once again and had a satisfied look on his face as he chuckled.
Ienzo snorted. Lea... Alterior motives at every turn. Ienzo never knew what to expect from him. An odd duck, just like his Nobody. He might work diligently, but Number VI wasn't going to trust him just yet.
Sheesh... A fire-user as well. Just like that one kid Elaeus caught. Who escaped... Right? Ienzo rose a hand towards Lea.
"Hey, not to one-up you, Lea... But those Keybladers aren't going to be stopped." He stretched into a more comfortable position. "If anything, we should stay in a group and ambush them than attempt to fend them off. The simple fact is, they beat the hell out of our Nobodies and Lord Ansem. They're a force to be avoided and assassinated if possible." His silver eyes loomed around the room. "They have the power of Light, something we don't."
"Good to see you could make it, Myde," the Seeker of Darkness said with an annoyed look on his face. Tardiness would be noted.
Ansem waved a hand towards Seed, "If you can learn what specifically, you can consider yourself pardoned. My machinations must not be threatened to forfeit on account of those Nothings. If we can stay a single step ahead of them, then they won't even be a footnote in our path towards victory. I will not tolerate their involvement before I foreplan it."
He listened to Lea's plan, before his row furrowed in laughter, "Half of our number," he repeated, "Surely you're joking... Half of our number is only three, four of us at most. We haven't the number to spare at the moment. Besides, Atlantis will not fall to Darkness. Not yet. We will subject its populace in time, after the Heart of Atlantis is ours. Until then, every World ceded into our power will only serve to make Traverse Town a larger hub of survivors. Trapped there will be a larger group of people unable to stand in our way as the rest of my plan unfolds. Traverse Town's already local Heartless will help to cull their numbers anyway."
He almost cut himself off with an audible growl as he turned in Ienzo's direction. "Beat... the hell out of me..?" He seethed for a moment. From behind him, his Dark Guardian appeared, it's muscular arms reaching forward at Ienzo before Ansem waved it away, taking a slow exhale, brow still arced inwards, "The Wielders are few, but powerful. They are to be avoided at all costs, and if encountered, alert me at once. I have a plan in mind for them as well."
A small smirk spread across Lumaria's face as Lea announced his "idea". It would have been a somewhat useful one if Lord Ansem hadn't already mentioned that capturing hearts was no longer a priority. It was a shame the lad didn't pay more attention to detail. He might prove more useful if he did.
Suddenly though, Lumaria's thoughts were interrupted by Ienzo's words about Lord Ansem and the keyblade wielders. These words were sure to anger Lord Ansem, something even Lumaria feared, not just for himself but also for Ienzo's sake. Ansem, however, restrained himself and didn't strike VI down for his observation, however true ot may have been.
It was at this time that Lumaria realized his window for remaining at this meeting was coming to a close. He needed to return to the expedition. Afterall, he had work to do.
"Lord Ansem, I beg your leave. I cannot remain here any longer for fear of arousing suspicion upon "Jacob"," Lumaria said in Jacob's voice as he returned toi the young man's appearance and clothes,"I must return immediately."
And with that, Lumaria stepped through his dark portal back to the Ulysses Fleet.......
The Moonlit Stalker stood outside the giant doors that wisped with an evil aura. As he placed his rather pale hand on the door of pure darkness he stared at it for a second, in thought. It made him feel, out of place, like his old life. It brought back memories of his life's childhood. Isa was usually never included in any of the games and shannanigans that the little kids played. But the fact of him being left out isn't what brought him anger, it was the thought that those kids probably thought they were better than him. He didn't like being degraded for lack of better explanation.
No. VII's attention was caught by a lone Shadow that casted itself up from the darkness of the floor. The big yellow eyes just stared into Isa's deep sea green eyes. It's body twitching, left and right, left and right, with its antenas following suit.
With a flick of the wrist, Isa dismissed the lower being with a quick, "Shoo." With witch the heartless sank back into the deep sea of shadow.
Isa took a deep breath, filling his lungs to the brim before dissapating into darkness wisps which seated him in his seat. The seat of The Dark XII's No. VII, Isa, The Moonlit Stalker.
With a quick, low bow of the head Isa spoke. "Lord Ansem, forgive me for my absence."
(Hello everyone. Lemme introduce myself, I'm a new player here on the site with my OC Iggy and now Canon Isa. Hope to do some evil actions while here. )
Ansem caught his fact, it seemed. The Dark Guardian reached towards him and Ienzo's gaze narrowed. Still, the creature was pulled away by its master. It seemed that Xehanort had accepted his previous fate. That was good... It meant that hopefully he would not make the same mistake twice. Ienzo knew how powerful the Light was and he wouldn't pretend for a second that the Dark XII was in control. At this point, the Organization towered over them, threatening their place at the throne of Kingdom Hearts. Ienzo's eyes swept the room, analyzing the faces of others-
And then... the door opened.
Isa. Hmm... Ienzo's gray eyes shot to the side as the Heartless introduced himself with a hearty hello apology. In all truth, Ienzo thought him dead, but it seemed the Darkness had freed him of its cold, empty grasp and relinquished him upon the Worlds once more.
From what Ienzo could remember, Isa wasn't all that bad. An intellectual at heart, Ienzo often enjoyed their debates, despite his uninterested demeanor. The blue-haired Heartless had his own sense of humor and enjoyed exploiting the holes that others left behind in their argument. Still, Ienzo had the upper hand. He had all the cards in his hand during his debates. His collected data was far superior to Isa's knowledge base, and Ienzo considered himself to be above his colleague. After all, he was further up the chain.
Still, he looked between the two; Ansem and Isa. What would Ansem have in store for a reAwoken Heartless? Ienzo's mind was already turning, and images were floating through his mind. Radiant Garden... The olive branch. His silver eyes closed and he waited for further instruction.
As silence gripped the room, an exceptionally large dark corridor appeared off to one side. Before anything else came from it, a loud and ear splitting roar came through, and following came a large, black dragon, his scales so dark they didn't even reflect light. However, at this particular moment, his normally regal bearing was marred by injuries.
As he landed just on this side of the corridor, it swiftly closed, cutting off a bleach-white arm that fell to the floor. Ciraph glared down at it before looking up at the other members of the Dark XII. He quickly bowed his head, being careful not to set it injured leg on the ground.
"Apologies for the noisy entrance, Lord Ansem," Ciraph said,"I was returning swiftly from the reconnaissance of the Nothings' portion of this world when I was beset by their lesser brothers. They attacked me with great numbers, and I barely escaped.
"However, I learned they are keeping their defenses of their half rather strong. It will be difficult to penetrate these defenses."
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Mar 21, 2011 1:08:55 GMT -4
Arlene watched it all from the shadows a bit amused. It seems Ienzo didn't know how to keep his tongue to himself, and a blonde brow quirked at Ansem's resistance. It would've been marvelous to watch the rod be spared on the spoiled child. Perhaps he won't make the same mistake twice; if so she would love to be there to watch the punishment. She sent a little orb to emerge and pop the Heartless right on the lips. Although it didn't send the tenfolds of pain she wanted to see, it will do; there was no need to ruffling her own feathers at formal setting. No need to do the unneccessary to upset Big Daddy A even further.
So this was how it would be working with a room full of testosterone: fashionably late, lousy, disrespectful, stupid...Her list could've continued for hours until a loud noise ruined her flow. Eletric blue eyes spazzed as they glared; her fingers twitched for a moment cackling thunder as a dragon presented himself. Arlene made sure to step away from it; it stinked of those abominations called Nobodies. Seriously fate had a way with biting one in the ass by making a duplicate who runs around in your body.
The Sadistic Fey rolled her eyes at his tale. Now of-course he deserved what was coming to him; it was idoitic to go their alone of all places and not thing that their counterparts would turn him into draco-bits. To even compute if he was capable to stand up to them, then he would have to survive a slaughter house with a complete roster of the Dark XII. Naturally she felt time was being wasted as the thing spatted old news. The Nobodies weren't completely mindless; actually they were the ones to have the 'brains' so of-course it was the OBVIOUS that they wouldn't leave their gates wild open when their completion and enemy was right next door.
How the hell did we even managed to coexist on the same world
Now that she came to think about it. Who even recruited this Gator Bag in the first place? Surely this was out of an act of desperation just to multiple the numbers. Last time she checked the ranks stopped at twelve, save the best for last, and that was here. Arms folded over her chest as she leaned against the black walls of the room as she listened with mild interest.
Isa. Uncharacteristically tardy. "Do not sit... I am beginning to think this... out-of-sorts meeting needs something more of a coheisive tie..."
Ciraph. Reaking of the Nothingness, the clamoring of his arrival invoking a soft sigh from the Seeker of Darkness. He closed his eyes and waved off the report, "Yes... and now I am certain of it."
Arlene. Quiet in the back of the room. Ansem had only barely registered her presence. Despite the unruly manner of the meeting, the numbers in attendance pleased him greatly. He had initially counted some of his Dark XII lost, in battle or simply wayward. That this was not the case certainly held great fortune and promise.
"Hmh, yes... Perhaps it is about time we adjourn this meeting, now that all are in attendance, and procede onto something a touch more beneficial. How would you all like to step away from the Abyss and stretch your wings? Or... as the vernacular would go... get your sea legs?"
He stood, Dark Guardian appearing in a wisp of twisting black, and flexing as if just being let out of its box. It seethed anxiously, already in the know about it's masters intentions. "My finer plans can wait. I think it's about time we did something together 'as a family'."
He outstretched his arm towards the open of the room, summoning forth the twisting vortex of a Dark Corridor, "On the other side of this door lies a World full of treachery, dark hearts, evil deeds and black magics. They call it The Caribbean. We will siege it's hub of Port Royal en masse, and submerge the World itself in Darkness!"