In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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It was high time to convene the court. Too many operatives over too much space. Too little to account for it all. High in the Castle of Abyss, in one of it's dark spires reaching into the forever night sky of The World That Never Was, rested a room. Black walls, black floor, black table. The only other color aside from varying wisps of grey as the living shadows and darkness arced silently across the room were the red-outlined shapes of the Heartless emblem, emblazoning each seat at the large round table. Twelve chairs there stood total, the one at the head of the table larger, taller. And as the shadows around it shifted, a man emerged and sat down.
His white, red and black clothing smoothed out as he shifted back into the seat, white hair stood in sharp contrast to the rest of the environment as his fingers steepled together into a point, dark yellow eyes gazed over the currently empty room.
Lumaria stepped through his dark portal, just on the outside of the Dark XII's room. He had abandoned the disguise he had taken on to ifiltrate the Atlantis expedition to meet with the other supreme Heartless. He wouldn't be missed in any event. Everyone was just aboard the ship, asleep, with the exception of the skeleton crews. He had hours until he was needed again.
So, number XI opened the door and strode through, his shoes making a soft click as they touched the floor. His black-ringed eyes surveyed the room as he walked to his chair, and caught sight of only one other there at the time: Lord Ansem himself. As he reached his chair, Lumaria faced Ansem and gave a low bow.
"Lord Ansem, it is good to see you again after such a long absence," Lumaria said as he took his seat.
Lea exited his dark portal near the door to the assembly room. He wore a bored, plain face as he stood at the door, he gave a large yawn.
Lea than rubbed the right side of his face as he asked himself, "Geez, what's with the random meeting? I should ask 'Lord' Ansem... but he'll probably be pissed."
Lea opened the door and now had a smile on his face.
"Hello!" Lea said to the nearly empty room.
"Yo, where is everyone? I'm usually the last one here."
Lea gave a soft sigh and shrugged. He walked to a black seat that was in the middle of two other seats that had VII and IX inprinted on the back of them, pulled the chair out, and sat down. He rested his elbow on the table, his hand holding his head.
"So," Akira said, looking at the members that were in the room, "What's up?"
Ienzo pulled himself out of the shadows once more and sat down on his chair. His messy raven hair hid his steely eyes as he watched the members around him. His jacket fell down around his arms, revealing his symbiotic Heartless (whose yellow eyes flickered between the members of the Dark XII).
The pale VI relaxed, awaiting Ansem's orders. It had been a while; he'd thought the XII had fallen into shadows once more, to sleep until the Heartless regained power. Yet here he was once more, awaiting orders. Oh, if only Elaeus hadn't fallen asleep. The one who found him so long ago; yet he had changed over the years into a machine, controlled by the Darkness. Ienzo kind of missed breaking Relena's coffee mugs.
The Umbrakinetic brushed his raven hair away from one eye and drew his face towards his superior. "I'm ready for orders," he said, sitting up. His gaze was serious. "Give me a reason to exist."
Shadows swirled next to the chair marked V. An image slowly came into view to all those in the room; Seed. Though this was not him in reality it was all he could do to focus his powers to make this image in the room. The illusion stood next to the chair and looked at it. Memories ran through Seeds head of Elaeus. "Where the hell are you Elaeus..."[/i].
Seed moved his gaze over all that where there; Ienzo, Lea, Lumaria....and Ansem. Even looking through an illusions eyes a shiver went through Seeds spine. Telling the news he bared wouldn't be easy to tell to that man, but he would do it nonetheless. "Been awhile huh. Though I would rather be here in more deserving ways can't be helped. I bring bad news..."
He crossed his arms as the illusion flickered a bit. "Really. Bad. News."
Even hadn't been expecting a meeting to be called...as the only person he had seen in...well...a really long time, was Myde. And he wasn't one for meetings at all. In fact, Even had been forced to drag his sorry carcass up to this meeting. And because he had forced him to come, Myde was standing by Even, as silent as...well...he hadn't ever been this silent. Even supposed he must have been pretty mad.
As they stepped out of a dark portal in front of the meeting room, Even turned to Myde and told him a couple things before he stepped into the room. "Okay, so as you probably know, Lord Ansem isn't the...nicest of people. So make sure that you're at least pleasant towards him, even if you won't speak to me. And make sure that you make everything that you've done sound awesome, and very beneficial for the Dark XII. And make sure to sit in the correct seat this time, 'kay?"
With that, Even opened up the door, motioning for Myde to walk through the door first, which he did, and walked over to his seat, which was marked with a IX on the back. Myde walked over to his own seat, and plopped down. Even was kinda worried about the lad, as he was being uncharacteristically silent. Surely he wasn't /that/ upset with Even...was he?
(('kay, Tikibabe wanted me to include Myde in here cause she wants him involved...but really needs glasses...so posting is hell for her since...looking at letters for too long, and trying to type gives her a massive headache. She should have glasses soon though!
And I shall be gone until Saturday...so I can't post until Saturday...but I shall be able to post after that!))
"Lord Ansem, it is good to see you again after such a long absence."
A nod in rebuttal.
"I'm ready for orders,". Give me a reason to exist."
A cool smirk slipped across his lips.
"Been awhile huh. Though I would rather be here in more deserving ways can't be helped. I bring bad news...Really. Bad. News."
Things were already going downhill... and in a world where all was shadow and naught, that didn't bode well for anyone in the room. The Dark XII were once again in tatters, flung about to the four winds. Ansem decided to himself that they were entirely unable to govern themselves without his hand to direct them.
A soft, hardly audible sigh whisped past his fingers, "Speak, Seed...and pray that this is something we can overcome. I would much rather prefer this adjourn on a... more positive note."
OOC: well, since. Nobody else wants to post.........
"Speak Seed, and pray that this is something we can overcome. I would much rather this adjourn on a........more positive note." Lord Ansem said, addressing the illusion. They all sat there, in their seats, waiting for a response, and when none came, Lumaria decided to speak up.
"While Seed attempts to find his voice, Ansem, allow me to fill you in on another happening that is much more positive," Lumaria said, looking at Ansem as he "spoke", his mouth unmoving as his hands gestured with his words,"I have no doubt that you have heard of the lost city of Atlantis. It is legendary, supposedly advanced beyond any of our own reckoning, even more advanced than we ourselves are now."
At this, Lumaria stepped into the middle of the meeting area, changing his appearance to that of Jacob, the man he'd disguised himself as to infiltrate the expedition, and continued using his voice, the voice of a gentle man.
"There is an expedition that has found proof of it's existence and moves to find it, with the guidance of an expert on Atlantean lore named Milo Thatch. The true purpose of the expedition, whose crew is comprised of mercenaries, is to capture the Heart of Atlantis, the very source of it's power, and take it for their own. I have infiltrated the expedition as the man you see before you, Jacob Houn."
At this, Lumaria assumed the appearance of Lyle Rourke, the commander of the exedition, and continued with the commander's voice, hard and stern.
"The man I appear as now is Commander Lyle Rourke. He leads the mercenaries of the expedition. He is a greedy man, and has already briefed his crew members on his plans for Atlantis, with the exclusion of Mr. Thatch. My plan, Lod Ansem, is to use Rourke's greed against him in order to take the Heart of Atlantis for the XII. If possible, I might even be able to have him and his mercenaries join our cause willingly."
As he continued, he changed back to his true form and appearance, using his favored, raspy voice.
"Imagine what the XII could be if we all absorbed a portion of Atlantis' heart. We would absorb it's power along with it. If we can get the Heart of Atlantis in our grasp, then we can finally dethrone those filthy Nothings from this world and take full control. Then, the only ones we need worry about would be those infernal Keyblade wielders."
Ienzo listened. Atlantis, huh? And whilst they were chasing after this artifact, the Organization was running wild.
"The Riku Replica is once again active,' he responded. "You should all remember from the Castle Oblivion episode." His steely eyes moved around the room. "The Organization is once again active; I've "een them at many worlds. As a matter of fact, I caught the Replica sniffing around their castle."
"Naturally, I got myself out of there before they impaled me; Xaldin's got a sharp nose."
Hopefully this information would give them a better understanding of the situation. The Organization was on the move. They were alive and ready for combat. This Replica could be a problem; as a creature of Darkness and a construct, they might be able to further empower him. Being Riku's strength already, Ienzo did not want to fight that.
((This thread shall continue. Posting order is hereby rescended in favor of more activity. Post as necessary. We have much to do.))
Ansem nodded, listening intently to both Lumaria and Ienzo's briefings. Promising indeed, "We have one advantage over the Nothings. And I fully intend to abuse it: While we both at in secrecy, I have a set plan... no mere reconnaissance missions. No gathering of Hearts. That will come in time...
He looked to Lumaria, a determined and thretening look in his eye. "Influence this Lyle Rourke. Be subtle, but do not dawdle. Offer him the promises of our Dark power, and should he agree, when my plan is fulfilled, he shall have Atlantis for his own. Use his mercenaries to your whim. They are fodder, but bring me the Heart of Atlantis."
His head craned towards Ienzo, "The same of the Replica. Plant the seeds of doubt into his mind and let him see the Heartless are the only ones he can depend on at this juncture. He will be a benefit to our cause. If necessary, we will find the memory witch Namine to help sway him, by force or by his own desire."
His eyes drifted along the room, "Seed, report. And if you do not find yourself extinguished for your failure, you will find new orders alongside Lea, Even and Myde..."
Lumaria's face broke into a wide, wicked grin that displayed his sharp teeth. He had just heard what he'd hoped to hear from Ansem. It fell into line with what he'd planned to do already. All he needed to do was to start setting his plans in motion.....
"I will do as you ask, Lord Ansem, " he said, looking back into the stronger heartless' threatening look," I must ask, though: what would you have me do with Rourke if he won't cooperate? Shall I dispose of him and take his place?"
"Don't bother. A strong, dark heart is an asset regardless of its actions. We will turn him into a Heartless, a strong one unless you overexaggerate his strength of conviction." Ansem rested back into his chair, nodding, "Bring him here to the Castle of Abyss, take his place. If it suits the mission, after you assume Rourke's position, use the sudden disappearance of 'Jacob' to encite chaos. Let the anger and darkness fester. The promise of more dark power will appeal to them much more."
He chuckled. A dark, deep-throated laughter that chilled the room, "Those not wholeheartedly aligned to the Dark XII will eventually be nothing but cattle for my grander plans, anyway."
Ienzo listened with interest to the Superior. The Dark XII. Ienzo wondered if this melancholy he was feeling was due to the castle itself or the fact that his Heart was a writhing mass of Darkness. The Heartless waited patiently for the meeting to start, for plans to get underway.
He had said his piece. He no longer had the spotlight. Not that he needed it, of course.
Though Myde had initially not even wanted to show-face at this meeting, he was now "glad" that Even had dragged him here.
Keeping facial expressions on a very guarded lock-down, he leaned a cheek onto a balled fist that rested on the arm of his almost throne-like chair. At least there were things that were being done...very beautifully devious things.
Eyes darted about the room to search the expressions of each member, before his name was mentioned. He was being given things to do? Ah well--at least he wouldn't have to worry about being bored anymore.
He eyed Even, and shot him a very mischievous grin, but was careful to keep his mouth shut.