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The dark portal opened directly in the middle of the Third District, sticking out to any who would see it. But, due to it's lack of residents, Xaldin was fairly safe emerging from it, but still pulled his hood up, hiding his face. To those who didn't know him, he'd just seem to be a suspiscious man walking by. But he was here for somebody he did know, and had been searching for a long time. As he looked around, he was able to sense very small traces of nothingness, but it was enough to confirm his suspiscion. He didn't call his lances to him, but his magic began to charge. His feet hovered just over the brick of the Third District, and he spoke, his voice amplified by manipulation of air.
"Marluxia, it's time to face the Organization and pay for your misdeeds." With that, Dragoons appeared behind the muscular Nobody, and the wind he began generating whipped his dreadlocks around his head. He expected nothing short fo an ambush from the Assasian, but had a back-up plan if he made a mistake. Once he opened the portal for Axel, he knew that the traitor would be defeated.
It was serene, the flowing water of the Third District fountain. Ever falling, continuity at its finest. It doesn't fear of being stopped, shackled, or restrained. Water could never truly be caught, it can flow and flow and flow for as long as it sees fit; without end. "Is the life of a Nobody nothing more than the opposite? Living a stopped life with a defined end, how...surreal." a hooded, cloaked man pondered in his head as the wind shifted in an unreal way. His demeanor remained unchanged, he knew who was here and he knew why he was here. Xemnas sent the hounds after all.
Marluxia still stood at the fountain as he heard Xaldin give his location away. The fool, if Marluxia had so planned it he could have easily set up a trap and launched it the instant the Lancer spoke. Some people never learn do they? His body was engulfed by darkness and taken to the Lancers position. As soon as the portal opened the Nobody had scythe drawn and cutting down the Dragoons, they didn't take much to defeat with Marluxias new found strength. With them gone the Assassin pointed the scythe at Xaldin and decided to humor the Lancer.
"And so, being the fool he was, Luke, being head and ignorant of the world, went into the fire. The pit. The decent to hell." his words being quoted from a book about world now long since gone and its history of war and lust of a kingdom. True words given the idealistic approach of Xemnas and his manipulation. Marluxia lowered his hood and three Viper Nobodies appeared in front of him. Perhaps the last of his own creations he still had a hold over.
"So, where his he?" Marluxia questioned. He knew Xemnas wouldnt leave anything to chance by sending just Xaldin, Xemnas may be short-minded but not a fool.
"Surely you don't think you can defeat all on your own Xaldin?"
Xaldin chuckled as the Vipers appeared in front of him, then held his hands out, two of his lances appearing in his hands and one floating above him. With a mental flick, his lances impaled the vipers through the head. He watched with satisfaction as the lesser Nobodies returned to their true states.
"What makes you think I need backup to defeat you? At least I gave that pathetic excuse of a Keyblader a challenge. But I am not here to prove my superiority." The rest of his lances appeared, and he grabbed his attacking ones, twisting them around him until his battle stance was showing. Looking at the Assassin, he glared and said,
"It's time you returned to us, but how is your choice. Come quietly, or come with your head on a platter."
Apr 20, 2011 14:27:45 GMT -4
Last Edit: Apr 20, 2011 14:35:16 GMT -4 by Deleted
The Assassin grinned at Xaldins dogmatic ignorance. Where they all like this? Still hot headed on keeping the Organization, that can no longer be considered as such, together? Pathetic.
"What good will coming back to the Organization do? Does Xemnas desire what information I have acquired in my absence? Does he covet the connections I have developed with the XII? Or is simply wanting me there as his slave, like the rest of you?" his eyes didn't even move to see the Vipers being killed. It didn't bother him, with his waning control over them he doubted they would have fought for him for more than a few minutes.
He moved his arm back and flung it forward, launching the scythe at the Lancer. With the scythe in the air Marluxia darted to move underneath Xaldin and several petals and seeds flew out of his sleeves. The seeds landed on the ground and dug their way into the stone while the petals began to multiply and float in the air. As Marluxia took another step he jumped into the air and gave a swift wave of his arm and several waves of dark infused rose petals shot at Xaldin, the darkness craving the Nobodies blood.
Marluxia "And it shall be the fall of you as well"
Xaldin's eyes were sharp as ever, and he saw as Marluxia threw his scythe. A simple sidestep in midair was all it took to avoid it, but he realized he had stepped right into another attack. Xaldin knew better than letting the plants get to him, so he floated up, using an air spell weaved between his lances to deflect the rose petals. With a flourish of his hands, his lances all came back to him, and he aimed a hand at Marluxia, firing a ball of air at the Assassin. Even if it didn't strike the traitor, it would release powerful winds that would knock him off balance.
"Xemnas believes your presence as an Organization member may assist us, so you've got one last chance, Assassin!" yelled the Whirlwind Lancer, as Cyclone Dragon began to form around him.
((OOC: Sorry for shortness, but I'm the master of short and sweet posts. :3))
Apr 20, 2011 16:27:44 GMT -4
Last Edit: Apr 20, 2011 16:29:04 GMT -4 by Deleted
The Assassin saw the ball of air hurtling towards him and dissipated his body into rose petals and then materialized back on the stone floor. He sensed his seeds where beginning to take in nutrients and gather power and smirked, now all he needed to do was stall for time.
"Don't lie to me. I know Xemnas has a hidden agenda, he always does. Tell me, have you captured the Heartless known as Seed yet? To my knowledge he has quite a history of destruction and...spying. Am I so important to turn a blind eye to someone like that. What use could I possibly be to a dying Organization?"
He eyed as Xaldin pulled out his coup de grace at the start. So, the Lancer wanted to hurry his mission along at all costs did he? Xaldin always was a hasty one, that led to his downfall to Sora. Marluxia lived as long as he did caused he stayed back and analyzed Sora's weaknesses and worked around them. Xaldin, all Xaldin did was assume. He assumes Marluxia will come easily, he *assumes* the Assassin cannot live outside the Organization.
"If you would think for yourself Xaldin, Xemans sees me as threat. My charisma has enthralled a Keywielder to my will. Why not join me III, with Rook, myself and you. Surely we could coerce the others to join us. Think about it!" he shouted as he snapped his fingers and one of the seeds in the ground sprung to life and a long, thick vine propelled towards the Lancer.
A simple miscalculation. That's all it took for the greatest to fall, and that's all it took for Xaldin to be struck by the vine. It struck him within the split second befre his Dragon formed around him, and he lost his focus, falling for a while before stopping himself a short distance above the ground. He turned to Marluxia, anger showing in his eyes for a brief second. He then cleared his emotions and waved his hands, his lances floating around him slowly.
"What would you understand about the Organization, Marluxia? You've been away so long that you know nothing of what we have planned. Why, even the other traitor has been accepted back into our ranks, and I'm sure number XIII will be a more valuable addition then you. But it's my mission to have you return, so we can defeat the Heartless." Then he smirked and said,
"Maybe I would have accepted your offer if you hadn't attacked me. That's what you get for thinking too hastily."
Marluxia was taken back a bit from Xaldins words. Roxas was back in Xemnas' control already? The Assassin had severely miscalculated his timing on forwarding his plans, it seemed he would have to call in some favors. But Xaldin was still underestimated Marluxia to a fault.
"As you know Xaldin, information gathering has always been my forte. I may, or may not, know far more than you think, Xaldin." he retorted as he called back his scythe to his hand. He rested it on his shoulder as he continued his gaze upon the Lancer and scowled. What was taking Xaldins partner so long? Was he already here and waiting for Marluxia to make a mistake and strike?
"You'll never have enough time to use your coup de grace Xaldin. I won't allow it." the vine retreated back into the ground from where it came waiting for new orders. The other seed on the other hand was still gathering energy, fot this seed was Marluxias coup de grace, his trump card, his victory.
It was then, at that moment, when Xaldin realized that Marluxia was deliberately trying to buy some time. He used that strategy often, but didn't expect the Assassin to use it. He didn't sense what he was going to use, but knew that the time had come. His lances formed a cube around him, and air magic went between them, forming a very powerful Aeroga shield. He hoped it would block the attack, but knew the time had come for his trump card. With a gesture of his hand, a dark portal opened in two places, one behind the Assassin and the other before Axel.
"Well, Marluxia, we're going to need that information, and we know you know something we don't. But, just as all the other Nobodies have returned to us, you will too. I'm sure that you'll be welcomed with arms opened wide--or a cell door." As he glared at Marluxia, he noticed somebody emerging from the portal.
It was all he could do to not smirk.
((Alright, Era's gonna post next, so order's changed.))
Apr 21, 2011 15:18:15 GMT -4
Last Edit: Apr 21, 2011 15:20:57 GMT -4 by Deleted
Strike fast. Strike hard. And when at all possible, strike first.
This was his failsafe: that thing that rarely let the Flurry of Dancing Flames lose. And it was exactly the way he would strike this time.
A one-sided smirk infected the Flurry's cold expression, twisting ever-so-slightly at the permanent jester marks on his pale cheeks. He had been itching for this moment. Itching to move. Itching to fight. And the opportunity had just opened up.
The whirring of the dark portal before him welcomed him into the fray. But instead of jumping right in, the Flurry had another plan up his sleeves. His Chakrams spun on loose fingers, screaming for blood. They had been summoned when he first got into position, ready for the action at hand.
It was finally time for Number Eight to introduce himself.
From the portal behind Marluxia, two spinning Chakrams emerged, ready to slice through anything in their way. They soared around each other, one moving perfectly in tune with the other, as if brilliantly choreographed to dance. But a good dance wasn't all they were after. The spiraling quickened as they neared their target, intending to damage the Graceful Assassin. If they'd have it, they would have given their victim a series of lacerations, but it would be nothing vital, just a simple 'hello' gift to the Flurry's rival.
And then, all of a sudden, they retreated, returning like faithful boomerangs to the hands of their emerging master, who had begun to step through the dark door himself.
"Come on, Marluxia! You're outmatched!" the jester's head tilted down just enough to intensify his sarcasm. "If I were you, I'd reconsider the generous jail cell offer."
Something told him that Marly would comply with the redhead's own innermost desires, and wouldn't just surrender. It wasn't characteristic of Eleven. And that was good news for Axel.
More open rejection from the Assassin meant more fighting. And a death match (or a close equivalent thereof) was just what Axel had in mind.
(Obvious choice is O.B.V.I.O.I.O.U.S....or is it?) (I'll make it all fancy when I get back from job hunting)
The Assassin just scowled at the sight and smell of fire filling the corners of his eye and he didn't even bother to give notice to the chakrams flying at him. If Axel wanted to make an attack he would not have made it so easy to dodge or at least would be making another one as they sat here staring at each other. He looked over at Xaldin, standing as pompous as floated there. And Axel,
"Always thinking with your wit Axel. Do you think that I am so stupid to be frightened by an attack that was all to obvious was not going to land? That I am, whats the word, scared, of you two? Well we can't feel fear now can we?" he lowered his scythe and tapped his foot on the ground, making the ever growing vines stand at the ready should his plan fail even in the slightest.
Marluxia, being as cunning and myopic as he was, was going to initiate either the greatest plan he had devised or the most utterly idiotic one to date; he was dying to find out which.
"Xaldin, if I where to accept your offer, I would ask of three things. Two if you don't think to hard, but thinking was never your strong point anyway." XI tossed in an insult to try and make the Lancer lash out, giving him a reason to say no and make their mission a failure.
"One, he held up his index finger to make sure they knew what ONE was.
"I would demand an audience with Xemnas, alone, two." he held up another finger.
"The keybearer Rook is to come with me under my care and under no authority of the Organization save for myself, and finally...three"
He crossed his arms and gave the two in front of him the coldest look he could muster, if he didn't play this off right...he'll die within the week.
"I hear that Larxene has returned as she not? Interesting indeed, he gave a pause to see if the two would give a response.
"Three...I demand that Larxene be brought to my Garden so that I may...execute her. She knows far to much of what I have been doing in the time of my absence, loose lips sink ships Xaldin."
The clack of boots hitting the ground sounded as Xaldin floated down, taking a step towards the Graceful Assassin. Looking the traitor in the eye, he said,
"I am afraid that the Savage Nymph has her uses to the Organization, much more than you do as of now. She is currently under my protection, with the blessing of Lord Xemnas. As for your first two requests, I will compromise. Try not to think too hard about it...," Here Xaldin smirked, before continuing, "...for i will most definitely be too much of a challenge. As for your first request, you may have a private audience with Xemnas only if he agrees. Whatever he decides your judgment will be is your fate. But remember, he does not take lightly to traitors or deserters, as your untimely death prevented you from learning.
And as for your second request, you may bring in the supposed Keyblade wielder, but only if he does nothing to harm the Organization. And if that rule is broken, I will hunt you down myself and once again send you to nothingness. Or better yet, turn you into a Dusk, which I think is gracious of me to do."
He then once again looked Marluxia in the eye and said, "I have only one request of you, and a small one at that. You shall be kept prisoner while Xemnas and your peers determine your fate. A ward will be placed to prevent escape, and a guard will be posted at all times. Now if you have any complaints, feel free to tell me."
((OOC: I have accepted an invite to the thread, btu I'm keeping who a secret. :3 But only if needed.))
Those bladed white wheels came back to the Flurry's hands, faithfully returning as if drawn by invisible strings. So then, the Traitor was going to try and haggle for a better bargain? Well then, this was turing out to be more political than dramatic. And politics, like the Organization's unrelenting meetings, never really sat well with him.
As the other two verbally battled, the lithe ginger did nothing more than faithfully wait. One chakram tapped idly on his shoulder, head tilting ever-so-slightly. It seemed that his wind-wielding comrade had covered everything. There wasn't much more to extrapolate on, and even less to lace with witty comments.
So then, it seemed he would remain quiet, and (albeit begrudgingly) attentive, until there was an opportune moment. And by the looks of their conversation, his choice opportunity was still in the distance.
((Apologies if it's a little dry. Just let me know and I'll do my best to spice it up.))
(Alright...I dont want to drag this out. SHOOORT POOOOOOSSSSSSTTTTT)
The Assassin chuckled at the denial of his requests. But it all feel into his master plan, he was about to be granted access back into the castle, and that was all he needed to carry out the next part. Larxene would play her part in time.
"You can rest assured I will not be contained in a cell. If that was my fate then Xemnas would not have bothered sending two members of his mafia to apprehend me and convince me to make a return; no, he would have sent people of more caliber to make the date." XI looked over at Axle and Xaldin once more and sheathed his weapon back into the realm of Nothingness and the plants underground shrank back into seed form.
Opening up a portal to the Castle that Never Was, Marluxia mocked the Lancer as he entered the swirling darkness, "You never were good at anything Xaldin. Xemnas really should send better apt people for his dirty work."
((OoC: Despite the fact that this says it's closed, I need for Axel to make an exit. It will help alleviate the clutter in my mind, so here's the exit.))
Surely, his fire could start soon. Surely they were on the brink of battle! Surely Marluxia was . . .
--Just going to walk back to the Castle? How quaint. How timid. How. . . Boring. And, more disconcerting, how very unlike the Assassin. Careful planning was more like Marluxia than timid submission. This wasn't over. Axel was under the impression it was hardly beginning. Surely, something would be kicked up at the Castle. Marluxia wasn't someone to be openly trusted, and definitely not a good choice to let roam the Castle alone.
Opening up a portal back to the World That Never Was, the Nobody sighed, brows arced in an uneasy manner. "Get ready for Hell." His sentiments verbalized, the Flurry turned and made for his exit, leaving the portal open behind him for his black-maned comrade.
With Marluxia's open-ended return to the Castle, it was inevitable; a storm was coming, the only thing that was still a mystery was when.
