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The general silence that greeted him perturbed Malakai slightly.
The group… was a quiet one. The boy said nothing and the others seemed more interested in the cookies. Quite a team he managed to acquire here.
Slowly his smile wilted, his expression transforming from one of friendly greeting and hopefulness that this little venture might, just might work, into an expression of befuddlement, worry, and deepest concern. They are all children, he reminded himself. Younger than him. He started to doubt if recruiting them to what he had in mind was the most brilliant of his ideas.
Thankfully enough one of the girls decided to speak up, jarring him from his thoughts. He was the tiniest bit relieved.
“Ha ha… cutting straight to the chase,” he said, striding over to the group. He took a nearby chair, pulled it away from a table, twirled it around and sat down on it backwards, facing them all with his arms folded atop the chair’s back. “I will get to that, surely. But perhaps some introductions are in order first? As some of you probably have already deduced, I am M.A.T. But please, just speak of me as Malakai. And you are all…” He nods his head towards the group, smiling lightly at them.
Jim felt a bit of trepidation when the girl he'd spoken to said that she didn't know there was a meeting here; oh great, so she'd just decided to waltz into a cafe that, by all means, should be closed at this time of night, and just help herself to cookies? He resisted throwing her a scathing look; he was working on keeping his attitude in check, dammit, but it wasn't his fault people were so dumb sometimes.
Hey, man, she's probably new here. Cut her some slack.
Slowly, people began to filter in - and one of the first was a guy that seemed a few years older than Jim and his (as of yet) nameless female acquaintance. He sat down with a certain brusque air at the same table with the two of them, to which the corners of Jim's lips turned down ever so slightly, though he gave the man a friendly nod. He was beginning to think it would've been in his best interest if he'd gotten a table by himself, as he was by no means an extrovert - but, no, he ought to make a good impression, since this "task force" would most likely be working in cooperation. (He could put two and two together.)
A few more interesting characters entered, though none of which seemed fit to start a meeting - a girl with wings, one bandaged (Jim wondered privately what had happened to it, as that struck him more interesting than the fact that she had wings; hell, he'd been around an alien that spoke in the language Flatula, so a humanoid with wings was hardly the most surprising thing he'd ever seen); a young man that was distinctly feline (y'know, this animal motif was getting old); and another girl - and all those last three seemed older than him. Oh, great. Cabin boy status, here we come...
However, the true enigma of M.A.T. didn't make an appearance until a bit after that last girl (who had sought to sit with the two who came before her in their own cluster; did they all know each other or something?). He was by far the oldest one there, and easily the one who seemed the most world-weary. The scars were a point of interest; here was somebody who'd not only seen a lot, but been in a lot. "M.A.T." was starting to make a lot more sense, now, after that introduction; His name's Malakai, huh? Once again, he was not perturbed by the so-called "weirdness," because nothing was particularly weird to him at this point.
Jim took one final sip of his tea before setting the cup down and surveying Malakai. He didn't exactly give them much to respond to, so there was a rather unnatural silence (except for assorted whispers at the table away from his) as he watched them all in return. (The boy wondered if he was dismayed with the motley group of teens that had shown up, or if this was exactly what he had been expecting. It wasn't what he had expected, to be sure - but he hadn't really expected anything in the first place.) Finally, one of the girls spoke up, asking a pertinent question - to which Malakai responded that instead of cutting to the chase right away it was time for introductions (ugh).
Seeking to get this over with as soon as possible, Jim spoke up first, flicking his hand in a sort of half wave to the rest of the room. "Jim Hawkins," he said, with little preface, before falling silent again and glancing off to the side with an unconcerned expression on his face. (He figured it'd make him look older and more mature if he had an apathetic air, but make no mistake, he really was interested in this assortment of people.)
Leo couldn't help but smile as the winged girl asked where he got the cookies, and reached in his bag, pulling out three small bundles. Each was a covered bowl, tied together with some fabric, and a pair of chopsticks were held in the knot of the fabric.
"I took the liberty of getting you dinner, Nyra, Zephyr. Hope you e-"
He was cut short however, by another man walking in, one that didn't seem to want to sit down. Leo's ears pricked up in surprise, wanting to know who this man was, but realized it was their host when he said his name. The initials matched up, and his instincts were able to simmer down.
As he listened to the other man, he opened his own bundle, opening the bowl and revealing the noodle meal that was inside. He broke the chopsticks apart, and took a quick bite, swallowing before he answered Malakai.
"I am Leonardo Kagamina, a geomancer and summoner. Just looking for work, and saw this as the best opportunity."
The neko gave a small shrug, before leaning back in his chair, tucking into his meal. He would respond if anybody else asked him something, but he wanted to observe before he gave away any information.
Instead of talking, he observed the small group, but saw no reason to be alarmed, and instead relaxed, focusing more on his meal for the moment.
"Hurry up, they've probably all been eaten by now," Nyra had said, and Zephyr's face pulled into a lamented frown. She hadn't seen where Nyra had pointed, but Zephyr could assume that the only place they'd be was where everyone had gathered before she took her own seat. Nevertheless, her head rose, seeking out the other group before Nyra spoke up, pressing Malakai about the task force.
Zephyr's frown deepened. Well, there went her chance. Even if there were cookies still present, it would be rude of her to interrupt and wander over in a haphazard path, probably knocking into chairs and tables and making an embarrassment of herself. There was a reason she chose a table close to the door. And if the cookies were all gone, she'd look doubly the fool. With a deep sigh, she leaned back into her chair, crossing her arms and looking towards this Malakai. Whose side was Nyra on?
Thankfully, Leo was to the rescue, passing her a little baggie that she received with a grin. She paused only long enough for Malakai to start his introduction before her hands fumbled with the tie, producing a bowl of soup and … a stick. She held the instrument with a dumb expression on her face. What in hell was she supposed to do with a stick? Where was the spoon? Introductions were going around while the Aeristocrat was trying to figure this out, until she realized with despair that she could not. Leo seemed to be enjoying himself well enough, but how he had turned a stick into a spoon was beyond her. Shooting Leo an annoyed glance, Zephyr set her stick next to the bowl. She was not about to bring it to her lips and start slurping and making a mess of herself, and despite the way her stomach rumbled, she was not that hungry. She supposed she'd better distract herself with an introduction.
Rising from her chair, Zephyr stood tall, squaring her shoulders as she rested her left hand on the hammer at her belt. Though soot and grime dulled her features in the light, her long-flowing hair wrapped up in a tight bun from the fires of the forge, she looked quite regal in her stance. "Zephyr Arci," she said. "Journeyman Blacksmith." She wasn't really a journeyman; she still had a few years left of her apprenticeship, but after losing the ability to study under her Master through the inconvenient fate of having her world destroyed, she assumed she could make such a claim. Her feathers ruffled in a twitch. It still felt odd, though.
Oh, she had better sit down.
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Nyra gaped at Leo. Despite the cookies, her stomach rumbled - audibly, but she didn't particularly care. Thanking him in a hushed voice (as this Malakai person looked like he was about to speak), she took the package and unwrapped it.
The scent hit her first. Noodles. They were something she'd only ever eaten after arriving in Traverse Town; Tamara had nothing like it, but apparently most worlds did, and almost everyone seemed to recognize the stringy foodstuffs. Nyra picked clumsily at the meal with the foreign utensil as Leo and the others introduced themselves.
Jim Hawkins was the surly looking teenager at the other table. The name fit, somehow. Nyra snorted to herself as Leo introduced himself as Leonardo - it sounded so stuffy for some reason. She hadn't realized that was his name in full.
Zeph stood, the suddenness catching Nyra by surprise. She stared blankly at the winged girl as she introduced herself. (Without realizing, she had even stopped chewing.) Zeph spoke so proudly. . . it almost reminded Nyra of someone else she knew.
Er, now should I stand, too?
"Nyra Rei Kaze," Nyra said when eyes turned to her, deciding to remain in her seat after Zephyr took hers. She had remembered to swallow first, too.
After a pause she added, "From Tamara." Because who knows? Maybe, someday, if she persisted, she'll find someone who knew of the fate of her homeworld. But in truth Nyra knew that she had accepted Tamara was gone after that night long ago, during her first shocking visit to Traverse.
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She'd seen the poster, but at first she hadn't done a thing. It was scary after all- she'd finally taken the step out of Twilight Town, the only true home she'd ever known, and ended up in this dark, cold World. Therefore this flier was the only option- there would be others like her who were unfamiliar with the Worlds. And then she could find Roxas or Sora again.
Namine sat in the far corner, looking upon the rest of the room with an anxious air about her. She hadn't said anything yet- perhaps it was for the better. Her hair had grown a bit and now fell to the small of her back. Her blue eyes hadn't changed a bit- they were still rather large and almost luminous. Her lips were partly open, as if she was about to speak. Finally she did so.
"I'm Namine," she said quietly, standing up slightly. It wasn't so much that she was afraid, but in the past she'd only actually known three friends, two of which weren't even human. If Axel counted as a friend then that'd be three humanoids. In any social situation, she couldn't help but feel... inadequate.
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Malakai had a feeling that at least some of those gathered were growing a little impatient. He couldn’t blame them. It was, after all, after business hours and the Town was once again in the middle of a frosty snowfall. But he wanted to, at least, hear most of them speak. Get an idea of who they were. A slight preview of their personalities.
A simple glance at them could only tell him so much. An introduction could tell him a little more.
The first one to speak up, almost instantly, was one of the boys. Perhaps the youngest there. Without pretense the boy just gave his name – Jim – and looked off with disinterest. The display made Malakai smile the tiniest bit, amused. He knew that act, having put it on himself in his youth, but said nothing. The second to speak up was the boy with the cat-like features. Leonardo – a geomancer and summoner he claimed to be. The girl with the wings – Zephyr, he mouthed silently to himself in an effort to learn all their names – turned out to be a blacksmith. The last two to answer were two of the few remaining girls. Nyra, from some land Tamara that he had never heard of. And Naminé. Whom he did not recall seeing where he first came in. But the girl was sitting in a far corner and was silent and still the whole while. He supposed he just missed her, and he could not help but notice that out of the entire group she looked the most shy. He gave her a warm, friendly smile.
The others remained silent. Satisfied with what he had to hear, though, he pressed on.
“A pleasure to meet you all, then,” Malakai said, “and it appears you’re all varied in skill-set as well. Perfect, especially for what I have in mind… speaking of which, I suppose it’s about time I got into that.” Standing from his chair, he stood before them and folded his hands behind his back, his expression turning stern. “I’m sure I’m not the only one in this room that’s had this happen to, but I, like so many others in this town, lost a great deal to a growing threat out there in wider world: something I’ve been made aware of called the “Darkness”. I digress, I do not know much about the Darkness, the monsters that spring forth from it called the Heartless, nor do I know much about other worlds – the little islands of life adrift in a wide expanse of space. However, I do know one thing: that the Darkness – the Heartless – that accost this world and others are a threat, an ever growing one, and that there are those out there fighting this threat, fighting to protect worlds so that they may not be lost like so many others… and that these forces of “Light” are woefully out-numbered. Thus, this brings us to the reason we are all here: this “task force.” You ask what it’s about, what it’s for. My answer, as you some of you might have puzzled together already, is simple: to do what we must, what we can, to help those who fight the churning tide of oblivion, not seeking recognition, not expecting any thanks, but to help. To not stand idly by as an eternal night falls. To lessen the load on those who have been fighting for us, and continue to do so.”
Now crossing his arms over his chest Malakai regarded the group gathered before him in silence, giving them a slight nod, a sign that the floor was open to further questions, to concerns, to opinions.
When Nyra mentioned Tamara, a wave of homesickness washed over Zephyr, remembering the time she had mistaken her world for her own. Of all the worlds in the entirety of this universe, Nyra had to come from one with the same name. What were the chances? Too few, but it was perhaps that reason she had gotten along so well with her. Zephyr breathed a deep, inward sigh, missing Jispo, missing her Guardians. The weight of their Gateways felt heavy on her person. She glanced at Nyra, hoping to catch her gaze, though what would pass between them she couldn't say. She just wanted some acknowledgement, camaraderie, and if someone had heard of Nyra's world, perhaps they had heard of hers, as well.
Shoving the feeling to the back of her mind, Zephyr turned her thoughts back to the meeting at hand. She was unperturbed at the introduction of a soft spoken voice at the back of the café. It was not often she was aware of every body in a room, and bringing attention to it brought questions as to why she was surprised. Still, the girl sounded quiet and passive. Zephyr could not help but wonder why she would be interested in a task force; from the onset it sounded like dangerous business, and Naminé did not sound very tough.
There was a pause as Naminé was the last to introduce herself before Malakai went into details of the task force. Zephyr listened with a cocked ear, not quite looking at him but interested nonetheless. What he said, though, disturbed her. When he was done, she raised her hand.
"No recognition? Not even thanks?" She shook her head, turning her eyes towards Malakai. "Then what's the point? How do we grow? Leave flyers in random places and hope someone with a good heart and a sense of virtue stumbles upon it? Any one of us could be working for this Darkness. How do you know none of us are here to stop this 'task force' before we can even get it off the ground? And how are we to support ourselves? Donations? Who's going to donate to a ragtag bunch of misfits when their world is on the verge of collapse?" It may have been weariness from the forge, it may have been hunger that set her belly rumbling, it may have been that she was still new and her own world's destruction fresh in her mind, but Malakai's altruism and purpose annoyed her deeply. Her finger drew small lines on the table, unconsciously tracing Jispo's Gateway symbol. With a flippant glance his way, her lips curled into a sneer. "You say you know of Darkness, but you don't know exactly what it is. Neither do you know how to fight it, only that you want to give aid to those who can." She paused, letting her words settle. "Do you even know what you're doing?"
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That group of "It" seemed worried about the food instead of the job. As a practical guy interested in the matter at hand he couldn't help but feel disgusted. If you want to eat go hunting, for god sake! (Yeah, hunting. Old habits die hard).
When Malakai asked for introductions he remained silent. Better watch what was unfolding before give them his personal information. At least that was the reasoning that convinced him of doing so. People tend to use completely unrelated reasoning when they don't want to accept their shyness.
One last girl spoke. A blonde fragile child with no aesthetics for a fighter at all. Thus Malakai finally spilled the beans. Noble and beautiful ideals. The innocent Yoru was convinced that he was a good person. So naive. It was enough for making he want to help. But no, he could not show these people how he truly felt, so before saying anything he started to think how to react. How would this "persona" react. But it all crumbled when the winged girl called Zephyr spoke. As she babbled Yoru grew his anger. When she stopped he exploded.
"It all does not matter. We are all... Well, at least I am grown up enough to live with no thanks. It all pays up when you look someone you saved. Someone that lives happily because of your acts. What if there is someone working for this so called darkness here? I, for instance, know how to defend myself and would put it to his misery with no mercy."
He mixed up his emotions with his "persona" and it sounded a little strange. As he spoke he lifted his Rigonlay and held it in his lap, showing everyone his weapon. But nonetheless he looked at Malakai,
"My name is Yoru. Quite beautiful, yeah, but what really attracted me was that compensation you promised. I'll kill anything to get what I want."
Poor guy carried away by what he created. His personality was completely mutilated due his timid behavior.
"Would you kill me for a bigger cut of the spoils?" Zephyr asked, her voice quiet and cold as the winter's night. "Should I watch my back if we're assigned the same mission?"
The tension in the room sparkled, crackling with dangerous electricity. While Yoru had brought out his weapon to display before the others, Zephyr sat nonchalant in her seat, caressing the heavy iron block of the hammer that hung at her belt.
"I won't be paid in smiles or starry eyes, and unless Malakai has a fat purse or contacts we're unaware of, they'll be no compensation." The Aeristocrat lolled her head in Malakai's direction, her tone deadpan and apathetic. "We might find ourselves picking each other off one … by … one."
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((Hey guys, sorry for posting again! I usually don't skip people in queue, but I thought this warranted an immediate response. I got permission from Cadey, too, so don't be mad!! Sorry!))
Never before had Leo realized Zephyr was such a spitfire. He listened to the dialogue between the two, before turning. It was obvious his avian companion was rather worked up, and a dead silence fell over the room. He looked to the two before speaking, in a cool and calm manner.
"I hold no doubt that Mr. Malakai will agree with me when I say there will be no killing of each other. Both of you are being ridiculous, and should work together to reach our goals set to us by the organizer of our group. And, if anything is going to break out, I will stop it personally. Fighting will get us nowhere but out the door, and that’s not why were here. While you both have good points, creating strife will accomplish you nothing, nor will being a braggart of your skills. If there are suggestions to be made, be reasonable about them. But, first, give this man a chance to explain himself.”
As he was speaking, he held his hand out, seemingly leading a small fireball along it with his finger. If one would look closer, they would notice it was a small bird, seemingly made of fire. The tension in the room had unnerved him, and just to be safe, he had called out Phoenix to protect him. However, just for now, she would observe. Instead, he chose to continue what he was saying, now looking at Malakai.
”It is true that coin and reward is a big part of why we’re here, but one can’t only focus on that. I myself require no pay, so if there is any at all, I will allow mine to be split evenly among the others. But, please, tell us more of what you are planning, I am intriuged as to what this group will entail, and how what we wish to accomplish will be put to action.”
He gave one last look to the man who flamboyantly showed off his weapon, then to Zephyr, before he fell silent. For now, he was observing, not speaking.
Living in fear that no one will hear your cries
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They fought, bickered, and argued. Namine watched with quiet anxiety as weapons were pulled. Zephyr, Leo, and this newer companion 'Yoru' were seeing this the wrong way. Did they know what they were doing? The blue-eyed Nobody bit her bottom lip gently as her gaze drifted.
Did Sora know? Did he have any inclination as to his purpose when he fought this war so long ago? She'd seen his memories, scene by scene, a movie played out before her. She remembered them vividly, having relinked them all together in the proper order not so long ago. The Nobody knew the truth of it- Sora's Heart had led him through. The Heart had an innate understanding of Light and Darkness; a deep and encrypted subconscious living within the soul. She stood up slowly and took a step away from her table.
She made her way towards Yoru, completely aware of the static let off by the gazes focused on her. But it didn't matter- these people didn't know what they were fighting for, so how could they fight? They may have watched the destruction of their World and friends, but the major difference between them and Sora was that they weren't concerned about the other Worlds. He had wanted to escape his home for years, ever since Kairi had stepped in. To explore what lay outside his island. When he realized all of the Worlds were in trouble as well, the pure-hearted boy had rushed to save them. To find his friends. To reclaim his home.
She stood between Yoru and Zephyr, with Leo off to the side. His blue eyes met Yoru's, who was still flashing his weapon, and she smiled gently. "Yoru, you're brave and noble. I'm sure you'll do great. But it's not about killing. It's about saving."
If there was one thing the Nobody knew, it was humility and loyalty. She knew how to be a friend, to apologize, and in general do her best to make the situation better. She turned to Zephyr and sighed. "I'm sorry, Miss Zephyr. I know it's not fair. Right now there's a boy out there who saved the world, and in order to do so... He had to give up every memory he had. His name and face was forgotten by all the people he loved. But the Worlds are safe."
She spoke quietly and her hands clasped around her sketchbook. Inside of it was every memory Sora had- still kept neatly organized by her. It had taken so long, and so many obstacles had prevented her from helping her friend. But she'd learned that she hadn't done it because she was the one who broke him. She'd done it because her Heart told her he was important to her.
"We do this because without people like us, who follow our Light, the Worlds would fall into Darkness."
Her fingers shook slightly. Her face was red from embarrassment. As she leaned back she felt the cool, broad side of her Keyblade support her, floating ethereal and invisible at her back. It helped her, the thought that somebody was there to support her, and she backed away from the three slowly, finding a seat slightly further away. She stared intently at the cover of her sketchbook.
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Introductions passed without much ado, which was all right. It was nice to know everybody's names instead of just saying "that one girl" or whatever, but if he was going to be honest with himself, he'd probably forget some of their names in a heartbeat. He could stop to ruminate on names and shit, but he wasn't much for the symbolism of a name. His name was Jim, after all - an outrageously common name from all throughout the galaxy.
But Malakai's pronouncement was a little bit... troubling. He wanted them to fight the Heartless? Wait a sec. Didn't he want people of all talents? What the hell was he doing here, then? He couldn't fight. Maybe a brawl or something, but not under the circumstances Malakai was laying out. And though he wasn't necessarily expecting a thanks, there wasn't a word said about compensation - which was why he showed up to the thing in the first place.
Jim stayed quiet as Zephyr announced her disbelief in a rather aggressive way - and though she had a point that he agreed with, the conversation took a disturbing turn for the worse when that Yoru guy started arguing with her and suddenly they were talking about killing each other? Uh. Things had certainly escalated out of hand, and it dawned on him that maybe they were missing the point of this, and they were trying to twist the purpose of this task force to their own ends.
When the quiet girl stood up and finally spoke out, Jim was a bit surprised to hear her being assertive, since she hadn't looked like that at first sight. Well, hopefully her's and cat guy's advice would calm them down. When the room was quiet, he spoke up himself, since he figured he might as well say something.
"Uh, well, Malakai didn't exactly say that there would be no compensation," he said, scratching at the back of his neck. "No thanks, maybe, but nothing about money or whatever." He was just as worried as the rest of them about not getting paid, but... well, maybe it was better to let Malakai speak instead of jumping to conclusions.
"And hey, it's worth saying that it's his idea behind this task force, not ours. So, if you got a problem with that, you can leave." He paused to look at Zephyr for a fraction longer than anybody else, unable to keep his snark at bay. Really, though, first she jumped to conclusions - as far as killing each other, yikes - and trying to make it fit her own vision. Well, maybe Jim wasn't inclined to stay either, but at least he wasn't freaking out about things not being exactly as he'd planned.
He turned his attention back to Malakai, frowning. "So... are we just gonna be fighting these Heartless guys, or what? Aren't there any other jobs you've got in mind?"
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