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The Castle of the Organization, a behemoth of a building that floated over the city of In Between. Many rooms were in this castle, the most notable being the Grey Room. That is where Xaldin stood, looking out the windows of the castle, thinking. He had recently called the meeting for missions to an end, and had a lot on his mind. It is good that we can continue towards our goal...[/b]
As he thought, something changed. He couldn't exactly put his hand on it right away, but was able to recognize what it was. With a smile, he went over to a table and picked up a pen and paper and wrote a quick note.
I sensed you enter. If you are here as an ally, then meet me Where Nothing Gathers.
Xaldin
As he finished, a Dragoon appeared by his side, took the letter then left, ehading towards the disturbance. As it left, Xaldin smiled.
"Welcome back, Savage Nymph." was all he said as he stepped into a dark portal, closing it behind him.
Jan 31, 2011 13:47:29 GMT -4
Last Edit: Jan 31, 2011 13:48:34 GMT -4 by Deleted
(Appologies for the lateness. I believe I meditated on this too much, that and I really need to get back into the swing of RPing the Larx. <3)
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Her departure was one of silence. Larxene had intended her return to go, more or less, the same way.
Undoubtedly her absence had not gone unnoticed, and knowing her fellow Organization members – if she could still be considered a member of Organization XIII – they were, most certainly, not at all pleased by her wanton abandonment of their ranks. Larxene had her reasons for leaving, but felt no need to elaborate them unto her associates. What business was it of theirs anyway? She had plans in mind, and those plans did not involve them in any way what-so-ever, and as far as she was concerned they never would.
But those plans, much to her aggravation, fell through.
So once again she found herself stepping out of the Darkness, heels making a soft clacking against the floor, and into the cloudy gray and dazzling white halls of The Castle That Never Was – like a runaway child returning home after a long time had passed. The place was both familiar and foreign; both welcoming and foreboding. She was a stranger in familiar territory, a guest unexpected and unwelcomed, and perhaps she was signing her own death warrant by setting foot once again in that place. But it couldn’t be helped. She had no place else to go after all her wanderings. She needed a place to hole up in for short while, and she longed for the creature comforts of her private quarters. She would make her visit here as quick and quiet as she possibly could, become like a shadow as to not draw attention to herself, and leave once more when she is rested and ready.
It was with all that in mind that she moved through the castle, pressing close to the walls and spying around corners to check that the coast was clear – until almost instantly she heard the faint sound of her plans falling through once more. It sounded much like wings beating steadily against the still air. It only took a second’s glance around to spot the source of the sound for her to learn that she too had been spotted: one of the lesser Nobodies – a Dragoon – was heading straight for her.
With a jolt of electricity Larxene called her Foudre knives to her hands.
Her initial instinct was to strike, bring the lesser Nobody down first before it had the chance to attack her first, to raise the alarm, but she stilled her arm, muscles twitching to let her knives fly, when she noticed that the Dragoon was not rushing right for her, it’s aura not aggressive, not carrying its spear but something else. It was carrying a folded paper.
When it was near enough, the Dragoon presented it to her. She hesitated at first, suspecting, distrustful, but her inquisitiveness got the better of her. In a crackling flash her Foudre knives disappeared, and she took the letter from the Dragoon with a sharp snap of her wrist.
“Shoo,” she hissed, flicking her hand at the lesser Nobody, and it left without qualm, returning to wherever it came from, its task completed. With it gone Larxene turned the paper over in her hands, wondering who could be writing her, would be writing her, from within the Castle, and how they knew of her return hen she had taken careful effort to be as discreet as possible. Perhaps she should have taken the messenger as hint enough: the letter was from Xaldin.
Of course the Whirlwind Lancer would pick up on her presence – the man was sharp in more ways than his tongue. What could he possibly want…?
Her aquamarine eyes scoured through the short letter once, twice, thrice…
I sensed you enter. If you are here as an ally, then meet me Where Nothing Gathers.
Xaldin
So he wanted to meet with her. The prospect sounded harmless enough, but knowing how the Organization dealt with those they considered traitors – and now knowing if her fellow Nobodies considered her a traitor or not – the idea of facing the Whirlwind Lancer all her by her lonesome gave rise to some trepidation. Xaldin was, after all, a formidable nonbeing.
Would he attack her? Or did he truly just want to talk? Should she just leave again? Would he come after her? That’s a stupid question: of course he would – and the rest of the Organization at that. She would be pursued like a game animal, just like Marluxia. A disgusting, disgraceful fate.
Better to stand and face him, she decided, than to be hunted like some beast.
Carefully folding the letter away, she dawned a resolute expression, proud, wily, unperturbed, and opened a Dark Corridor to Where Nothing Gathers. She stepped through the inky blackness and soon found herself deposited into a pristine throne, her seat within the circle, and daintily crossed one leg over the other. Her lips parted into a coy smile and she flicked her large eyes upward.
Xaldin watched as a dark portal opened above the Nymph's throne, and gave a small smile as she appeared sitting in her chair. "Welcome back, Larxene. I am glad you got my message and returned my messenger with no incident." He crossed his arms and stared the Nymph down for a second, then continued with his dialouge.
"It appears that a majority of the Organization sees you as a traitor, Larxene. But I myself don't feel that, at least now. I have a request for you." With a snap of his fingers, an image appeared before the Savage Nymph, one of the Graceful Assasian. "We need numbers in the Organization, and we have fallen short. Axel and I are currently on the hunt for Marluxia, and we could use any information you have on him. As he finished, the image disappeared, and he lowered his hand. "Also, I am curious myself on where you have been. It would probably be best if you tell me quickly, for I can assure that others besides me have sensed your arrival."
Larxene kept her coy smile, even as the Whirlwind Lancer stared her down.
She wasn’t one to show weakness, fealty, even to those that she knew were much stronger than her. She listened quietly to what he had to say, still, poised.
…a majority of the Organization sees you as a traitor…
That’s no surprise. She had expected as much of them.
…I myself don’t feel that, at least now…
That she doubted, but she dared not voice such sentiments out loud, lest Xaldin saw it fit to impale her face with one of his lances. Then again, who was she to venture a guess as to how the gears in the Nobody’s head churned.
What she was concerned with was what he wanted to speak with about, his reasons for calling her there. And ah… There it was. Number III had a request of her. It commanded her interest, her curiosity.
What, oh what, could Xaldin want from her?
She leaned forward anxiously, her coy smile broadening as he snapped his fingers, making an image appear before her.
It was as she stared at the image of the Assassin that Laxene’s smile wavered.
Marluxia…
For a long while she had considered the Graceful Assassin as a close ally of hers, a partner in their schemes, the only one amongst the ranks of the Organization that she could – would – consider an equal. Of course that was back when they were both members of the Organization. Before he left to be hunted. Before she followed suit to pursue her own means. How fortunate for Xaldin, then, that both his request and her plans crossed paths. Their goal was the same, but for different reasons…
“I’m afraid that I have no new information on Marluxia’s current whereabouts or ventures that I can share with you,” Larxene said finally after taking a moment to ponder on the Assassin’s face. “As for where I have been…” Her aquamarine eyes flicked from Marluxia’s image back up to Xaldin. “Well, I suppose I should say that our endeavors are not too different from each other. You see, Marluxia is the reason for my unannounced departure, and perhaps my return. I have been searching for him as well, to no avail.”
"Then it appears we have similar goals, Savage Nymph." He folded his hands and placed his chin on top of them, still looking at the Savage Nymph. "So you were looking for Marluxia as well...I assume for personal reason? Perhaps a type of revenge on him? But that doesn't matter. The question is, do you wish to re-join our ranks? I believe that I can convince the Superior to allow you to join us again."
Larxene couldn’t help but let her smile broaden as Xaldin continued to speak.
Was she seeking out Marluxia for personal reasons? But of course.
For revenge? Not exactly.
While she was… displeased with Marluxia’s foolishness that eventually led to his departure, the Nobody had not exactly done anything to warrant her scorn. As far as she was concerned, he was still a valuable ally, companion. But still, she allowed a vitriolic glint flash across her aquamarine eyes as she smiled up at the Whirlwind Lancer and he let the word "revenge" leave his lips. She would let him think that’s what she wanted – revenge – because that’s exactly what she sought…
Just not on the person he was thinking of.
“Do I wish to rejoin your ranks? Why else would I return here? Knowing that I am thought a traitor? Knowing that by merely setting foot within this castle my life is practically forfeit?” Larxene mimicked Xaldin’s actions, folding her hands and resting her chin upon them. “Yes… I do desire to rejoin the ranks of the Organization. I see now that my actions – my leaving – were perhaps the not the most prudent…”
"Yes, your disappearance is quite untimely. We have been opposing the Dark XII as much as we possibly could, and can use your assistance." The image changed to that of Ansem, the leader of the Dark XII. "They have recently re-gained their leader, which makes them an imminent threat." He adjusted him position, then made the image go away. "It will be good to have you back in our ranks, Larxene. And I personally welcome you back as a full member."
Larxene took on a more serious expression when the image of Ansem appeared before her.
So their leader has returned from Oblivion knows where… Scheme or no scheme, the Heartless, and the Dark XII itself, still posed a serious problem. Apparently this strife with their Others was not going to end anytime soon. Perhaps it was good fortune, Ansem’s return. If the Organization desired to persevere, they would need to bolster their numbers – need her.
“And your welcome is appreciated, Xaldin,” Larxene said softly. But it’s not your acceptance that perturbs me now. I must question what the others will have to say…”
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Feb 10, 2011 23:27:00 GMT -4
Last Edit: Feb 10, 2011 23:41:30 GMT -4 by Larxene
With a balanced look, Xaldin spoke to the Nymph in a low voice. "It is possible that some of our number will shun you at first, but over time they will accept you once again. But, for now, I will act as your guardian if you wish, for some may try drastic measures." As he finished that, he flicked his eyes to the side, seeing a Dusk slither in. "That is, if you wish. But I have a gift for you." The Dusk ascended to his throne, holding a small object shaped like the Nobody symbol. "Take this item with you. It will allow you to communicate with me via Dragoons, and they will listen to you if you command them. Consider it a welcome-back gift." As he tossed it to the Nymph, he stood and exited in a flurry of darkness.
Xaldin? Act as her guardian? How quaint. Larxene had always been independent, able to look after herself. Then again… If he was so willing to do so, she should accept his services. Pride be damned, some use might come from such an offer. She would keep it in mind, but at the same time she would need to be cautious, and not let her true allegiance slip.
And what’s this? A gift? Well, isn’t Xaldin being generous… It was beginning to make her the tiniest bit uneasy. With the flick of her wrist she caught the Organization symbol-shaped charm. Allow her to communicate with him via Dragoon, did it? And command them as well? Again, such a gift could be useful, but at the same time, she would need to be careful. Dragoons… Xaldin’s direct subordinates. She could think of countless ways they could be of use to her, and she would use them well, Xaldin could be sure of that, but at the same time – discretion. As always with shadows, things could be, very well, not as they seemed.
She pocketed the charm swiftly, and in a soft voice said, looking to where Number Three once sat, ”You have my gratitude, Xaldin.”
And just like the Nobody before her, she vanished into curling wisps of Darkness, to reacquaint herself with the Castle and home she had long been separated from.
[Exit Larxene.]
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(She will keep a Dragoon as her pet, and she will call it Mr. Stabby. xD)