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Where Nothing Gathers, the meeting room of the members of Organization XIII. The white pale room with the elevated chairs positioned in a circle. Each at a different height.
The seats were empty now, all for one. The seat of the number IV member of the organization. The chair of Vexen. The one placed the lowest of all chairs. Vexen sat there patiently waiting for the others. Although he was sure that not all would come. Some members were unfortunatly missing in action. One beeing their leader, the mighty Xemnas.
So it has come to Vexen's shoulders to guide forth the organisation untill he would return. Or so he believes. Beeing the number IV and with both Xigbar and Xaldin unaccounted for. He felt it was his natural right and duty to take matters into his own hands. And therefor, he had called a meeting.
The first purpose of this meeting was to determen who would answer. Who would show their loyalty and dedication to the cause? The Dark XII were growing in strenght and currently the odds of a direct confrontration between the two would be against them. It repulsed him that those Heartless counterparts considered themselves to be 'intelligent'. It was a joke, a hilarity. Although he couldn't bring himself to laugh at their expense.
Still, he continued to wait patiently for the others to arrive. Surely the attendance of today's meeting would inmediatly be reported to Xemnas when he arrives. His initiative would be rewarded, since nobody else seemed to care for the greater good anymore. Yes, this was the perfect moment to make his move. To prove to them all once and for all that his authority should be respected. Relaxing in his seat, he continued to wait.
(I personally see Demyx as being one of those members to come late to meetings whenever they can-- but considering the already low attendance to this I guess this will be the one time HE GETS THERE ON TIME. I also don't know if Vexen has his hood up or not, so I'm just going to go with the flow~)
Pale, empty, and painfully bright. Exactly what he thought he would be used to by now given how long he'd been here. Not really, since the poor choice in decor still blinded the nobody immensely in a way that made him think he would never actually get used to it.
Not that complaining to anyone would help... if there was ever anyone to actually complain to. So far Demyx hadn't heard of any 'tragedy' that could have explained why he hadn't seen alot of the other members around. Not that he usually saw some of them-- a few had a weird habit of avoiding him for some reason, but this? This just made the already forlorn world that much creepier.
Already knowing from experience that he would not be the first there, the melodious nocturne materialized into his assigned seat. The blond however did not expect to be one of only two people to have actually shown up.
Curiously Demyx glanced around the empty room until his eyes landed on the only other member. If it had been someone he was friendly with they would have already greeted him right?
"Uh... hey. Kinda quiet in here isn't it?" He said followed by a slightly too loud and anxious laugh that echoed throughout the room. He didn't really wait or expect much of an answer.
In an failed attempt at subtly, IX summoned his sitar and absentmindedly and lovingly plucked at the strings, occasionally glancing up from under his hood as the instrument made soft twanging noises.
It didn't take long for Demyx to zone out into his own little world. The meeting already promised to be really boring, and it hadn't even started yet. Casually he swung his legs along to the playing of the instrument, boots making quiet padding noises every time they would hit his chair.
Vexen, the chilly academic casted his eyes upwards at the first arrival of the meeting. Beeing instantly surprised as he witnessed the corridor of darkness appear on the seat of Demyx. It struck the scientist with alarming sense that out of all of the members. It was the notorious latecomer that actually showed up first. Fear filled his mind at the possible explanations of this. For Demyx beeing first could only mean that none other would heed his call. It infuriated Vexen. This utter lack of respect and recognition of his authority by the others was exactly what has caused the organization to fail in the first try. And now it was threathening to happen all over again. He had at least expected Zexion and Lexaeus to arrive at his beckon. The ones he was closest with. Both in the organisation as their previous lives.
The number IV tilted his head back, the hood was down for it wasn't neccesary to conceil their faces here. Beeing out on missions or visiting other worlds it was neccesary to keep a low profile and hide once's identity. But here in the room Where Nothing Gathers, it was the only place they could be open about who they really are.
The musician's remark and his loitering tunes were upsetting him even further. It was only then that Vexen considered the unthinkable option that he would have to work together with him now. In his eyes the most useless and worthless of all the members of the group. It baffled him how he even had made it into the organisation. It was baffling how he even had made it as an intelligent Nobody. Right now, Demyx was the only one he could communicate to. The only one he could vent his frustration and anger to. Yes, this low subordinate would feel the price for all the wrongdoings that was done to him.
With a harsh and sneering tone he yelled out to him. Disturbing his jamming session rudely: "Demyx! Where are the others?" And then Vexen stared at him with narrow eyes untill he would answer.
When Demyx glanced back up to look at the other again he suddenly felt like things were not going to turn out as nicely as hoped, judging by the very angry look on the others face. Quietly and submissively the nobody looked back down in order to pretend he hadn't noticed, if he didn't look he wouldn't be lectured right? Surely this logic worked.
Unfortunately not.
The blond flinched and fought to not shriek in a not so manly way like he almost had in result of Vexen's lash out at him. Coming to this meeting was definately looking like a bad idea now. While his attentions were diverted from it his sitar disintegrated into a whirl of light and bubbles.
With a sheepish grin IX brushed back his hood and scratched at the back of his neck. "Like I would know! ... To be honest I came here to find out myself." He chuckled anxiously with a shrug.
"Wait... You don't know where they are either?" The musician sat up straight in his seat in mild surprise. If a member as organized and control-loving as Vexen didn't know... Then that was just plain weird.
Now the Melodious Nocturne couldn't help but feel a little awkward, sitting there with only Vexen to keep him company. Company that more than likely hated his guts, judging by the looks he was getting earlier.
To kill the time the younger nobody simply looked everywhere but IV.
(Btw, is the dialogue colour obnoxious? I just realized it might be hard to read.)
Vexen narrowed his eyes and pouted displeased at Demyx latest inquery. Giving him a foul look for his disrespectfull manner of speaking towards him. But the half baked musician was avoiding any further eye contact. Perhaps just as well as it gave Vexen some time to recalculate the situation.
Holding his hands in front of him he placed the tips of his fingers against each other. While the corners of his lips curled upward in a devious but mistrusting smile and he looked in front of him. On a more casual but also colder tone he continued to talk out loud. "Of course I don't know. That's why I called this meeting. And this is a most unfortunate result, as only you appeared."
Vexen then tilted his head back and casted his eyes back up to the higher seat of Demyx and sneered at him. "The future of the organisation is resting now solely on my and your shoulders. I hope you can handle that amount of pressure now. No more lounging around, there's work to be done. We must prepare."
With a devilish smile, Vexen relaxed and leaned back in his seat. Placing his hands onto the armseats. While eeriely glancing upward with a malevolent grin.
And with that, Xigbar appeared in a swirl of darkness, lounging back in his chair as though he'd always been there.
Meetings that were held with Xemnas tended to go on forever and a day. Meetings without them went on even longer, or just didn't. While he wanted to say hell with it, and merely stay on his extended leave, there was still that nagging little doubt that even with Xemnas gone it may be a bad idea.
So now, late, here he was again, one arm draped inattentively over the chair, the other hand holding a beer. He looked quite unimpressed, bored even, but was there.
It wasn't surprising that he'd taken his sweet time to even show up at all; he'd been mostly avoiding the rest of the Organization for a while while he thought things over. Hell, maybe he'd take a page from Roxas's book someday; this was going nowhere. But in the end, it wasn't like there was anywhere else to go. Besides, the general reaction when he did show back up was not something he was keen on missing.
Looks like his better judgment had won out. Besides, if Xemnas did show up again, he wasn't about to get caught in that crossfire.
Then again...
His good eye slid from Demyx to Vexen. He'd been expecting to be the last one to show up, but he hadn't been expecting only two others. Really? "What, this's it?" He swept his hand across the very empty room.
A portal flashed in the chair slightly above Vexen's. In it sat the quietest person in the Organization; Lexaeus, with a title appropriate to his personality. His gaze fell upon to all that sat before him. Vexen, Demyx, and Xigbar. The Silent Hero let out an audible scoff at the lack of disciple these days. His legs crossed and he asked a very simple question,
"Is there none left to answer the call? With the leaving of Marluxia I suspect Larxene would follow him like the mut she is. But this? Sad...." He left his sentence to hang in the air as he looked at Xemnas' empty chair; empty as usual, but if Marluxia were to seize power the low-life would be having them grovel beneath him. A sickening thought. But the Earth elemental could not help but see that Zexion had no arrived either. An inaudible sigh escaped the Nobodies lips as he assumed the worse of his friend.
Lexaeus' stone gaze met with Xigbars one eye and with what he said started the meeting whether anyone wanted it to or not. "Xigbar, lets not dwell on that matter right now. Our comrades will arrive when they see fit or suffer punishment. But one seat will never be filled again, Marluxia. He is still out there and poses a threat. If you disagree you are a fool."
"The future of the organisation is resting now solely on my and your shoulders. I hope you can handle that amount of pressure now. No more lounging around, there's work to be done. We must prepare."
If it had been physically possible for the young nobody his heart would have stopped beating in his chest, but seeing as he no longer owned one he settled with allowing all of the colour to leave his face.
All at Vexen's mention of responsibility-- Surely by now everyone knew that word did not go well in the same sentence as Demyx.
It didn't help when the musician stared slack jawed at the ice wielder that, in what Demyx could only be describe as a characteristic sadistic smirk, adorned the older blonde's face.
No one would be comfortable being in the same room as Vexen when he had that look especially Demyx, especially when he was the only other person in the room-
Slowly the Melodious Nocturne took a shaky breath in order to ready himself for the panicked explanation he was going to give on how he was clearly not the right guy for this. Vexen was capable enough right? Demyx could just be back up... just in case.
He hadn't realized he had been holding that same breath until Demyx saw a dark portal materialize out of the corner of his eye.
Indisputably the musician had never been so happy to see another nobody in his entirely short life.
Quickly he recovered and let out his typical Demyx laugh. Once again slouching into his seat and regaining his carefree air. Briefly he thought about asking Xigbar if he had a spare beer on him, but decided against it. Vexen was still in the room and somehow he didn't think the prude would appreciate it.
"Are you actually surprised, Xig? If I had something better to do I wouldn't be here, either..." He half joked, whether or not anyone else took it seriously was not that much of a consideration on his part.
By the time The Silent Hero had shown up Demyx had his arms crossed comfortably behind his head. Only briefly did bright eyes land upon the seat that had once seated the eleventh member in passing consideration before they moved on.
Now that there was a sufficient amount of other nobodies (read: Members who actually spent meetings talking) it was time to do what he usually did at meetings: Pretend to listen.
Vexen's eyes perked up at the corridors of darkness that opened up at the two other seats. A relief fell of his shoulders although it could not be seen from the outside. He had already started to fear that Demyx would have been the sole member that would be present. But now there were at least capable members present. Especially the arrival of Lexaeus stemmed him gladly. Him and Zexion where the ones he considered himself to be the closest to. Those two at least coöperated when needed.
His glance traveled up to the high seat of Xigbar. While only now spotting the mug of beer in his hands, Vexen's eyes narrowed. Xigbar had always been unwilling to truly except and enforce his duties as the number II of the organization. He should be the one that would whip things in shape in Xemnas his absence. But instead he seems to care little to nothing for executing a more leading role and make his authority count. The utter lack of any ambition in the man was still mind boggling for the Chilly Academic to this day.
Raising his head and his voice he joined the discussion that Lexaeus started: "Now now, Lexaeus. Marluxia is indeed a loose end that needs to be wrapped up. But lets not be blind for the more urgent threat we are currently facing. The emptiness of this room is evidence enough that there is need to get our organization back into shape. If this situation is not handled then Marluxia will not be an unicum."
Yet another dark portal opened, and Zexion was in his rightful seat. Other than his cloak being slightly displaced, the Cloaked Schemer looked just fine. He straightened his clothing before he spoke.
"I apologise, my fellow Nobodies, but I was... attending to business. Please, let us go on with the matter." He paused and looked around. "Where are the rest? I know that Marluxia is gone, but is this all of us that are left?" he asked.
Of course, he had been more than attending to business. Actually, he was looking for a way to dispatch that boy, Riku. He knew that he wouldn't be able to do it himself, since the boy could break through his illusions somehow. The illusions were one of Zexion's only methods of fighting, and by far his favorite. The boy could also fight his Nobodies without too much trouble, plus he was rarely too far from his friend, Sora. So, he needed a weapon. His search had been fruitless so far. Unfortunately, he had been dragged out of a meeting by an urgent call from Vexen- one Where Nothing Gathers.
Zexion was surprised that only Vexen, Demyx, Lexaeus, and Xigbar had shown up. Especially since Xaldin was not around. He was pretty much the second in command, under the Superior. They needed to regroup and find the others fast. What if, somehow, the Dark XII found out about their lack in numbers? They would not stand a chance.
Xigbar shrugged easily, glancing back to Demyx. "Too bad there isn't anything better to do." He sounded just as laid-back and irresponsible as ever, not the most concerned at all about how life was playing out. Instead of waiting anxiously to see if anyone else showed up, he took another sip of beer. Whatever happened, happened. He knew well enough where his loyalties lay, even if they may be there for no other reason than the faint hope of a fulfilled promise and the lack of anywhere else to actually go.
One had to have a heart to actually care; something that a lot of the others seemed to miss the memo about.
Speaking of the others, it looked like a few more took that time to show up. So that brought up the tally of Vexen, Demyx, Lexaeus, and himself. "So that gives us four outta-"
Never mind, Zexion appeared. That was nominally better, but only for the fact that now there were more of them. "Five outta thirteen." He took another drink of his beer, noting that it wasn't going to last him much longer. A shame, that.
Where was Xaldin? Of all the people he'd expect to not show, III at least wasn't one of them.
Well, time to state the obvious. "If this keeps up, those Heartless aren't gonna have to lift up a finger to get rid of us."
Lexaeus let out a sigh as Vexen deemed it un-needed to discuss the matter of Marluxia no longer amongst their ranks. To the others Marluxia may be no big deal, but Lexaeus knows first hand of his craft and guile. No doubt the Assassin has put into motion a plan to worm his way back into the Castle, if nothing more a plan to dispatch Xemnas. His eyes fell upon the empty chair of the Savage Nymph, who most likely followed Marluxia like a hungry mut begging for scraps from a dinner table. The Silent Hero thought on the fact that his others may have taken the same route as Larxene and followed Marluxia, a sickening thought but one must count all the possibilities. Lexaeus' thoughts were cut off as the arrival of Zexion eased his racing mind. This made five out of the thirteen, not a good number but it will do.
"Perhaps, Vexen," Lexaeus began, "The attendance of the room cannot be helped right now. Larxene can be counted for; she fled with Marluxia like a stray hound seeking shelter. Let us instead inform each other on what we have been doing all this time." he looked up to see if a spark of interest may have been ignited amongst his peers, but seeing the opposite he continued. "During the attack on the Castle Abyss led by Marluxia, I noticed an individual in the Dark XII that did not belong. He did not have the scent of any of us." the Hero reached into his sleeve and produced a picture with a green haired Heartless with a deceitful grin portrayed on his face.
Lexaeus tossed the picture to Xigbar and continued, "His name is Seed. My other has taken a keen interest in this Heartless for reasons that will become obvious. Seed has been with the XII for some time now and I believe he has become a link between the XII and the humans populating the worlds. This child may seem brash and reckless but that is merely a ruse to his power. For you see Xigbar," Lexaeus paused as he folded his arms, " He possess your very ability of Spacial control. Able to bend it around himself and others, even taking on Zexions powers of illusions. That alone brought my others attention to him. This Seed is crafty and shows no hesitation to show it; even against me he held out until some....undesirable company arrived and I left. However, there is something else that troubles me about this man."
His gaze fell upon Vexen and then to Zexion. "Along with my other, they have been able to make a cloak similar to our own and it has become increasingly difficult to track them down. My point in all of this is simple, the Heartless are gathering followers while we fight each other on the inside. If we are to stand against them then perhaps we should do the same. A man I have caught wind of may be able to help us, but unless we agree on this his importance is nothing." Lexaeus concluded and leaned back in his chair and waited for responses.
Curiously Demyx raised an eyebrow at the cloaked schemer. Attending to business? Probably something that was more interesting than this considering it had made Zexion late. Dismissively the blond stretched and stifled a yawn into his hand.
It could be said that as soon as Lexaeus had opened his mouth and started to talk Demyx fell back into his own little happy world, the others words dissolving into boring and very much disregarded blah blah blahs. Who cared about some green haired kid? Demyx sure didn't, as long as it didn't effect him.
However, without being able to hide his curiousity, the Melodious Nocturne leaned forward in his chair and squinted his eyes in order to make out the face in the picture Lexaeus held. After a few seconds of effort the musician sighed and rolled his eyes, once again leaning back casually into his chair.
Unfortunately before the teen had the opportunity to blank out again something caused the nobody to go rigid and still. Lexaeus was talking about his other , and that meant he was talking about the Dark XII. That in itself put the ninth member in a bad mood, but with the addition of the thought of a certain heartless- Myde, it made Demyx even more so. In fact it made him feel a way they technically should not.
For a brief moment Demyx let his cheerful and laid back facade down- and in its place came a serious and dark one. XI hated that sorry excuse of a musician... Surely he had no idea what real music was even if it came a smacked him in the face. Subconsciously a gloved hand squeezed the arm of his chair and a sardonic grin appeared upon the "livid" nobody.
Undeniably it was doubtful anyone in the room would notice the short-lived moment. If they did they would most certainly second guess as it had passed as quickly as it came. The young nobody returned to his usual appearance as if nothing had happened.
As if there had been a storm that had just passed over without causing damage.
"So what, you're suggesting that we recruit people?"
He snorted. "Sounds like alot work to me..." This was yet to be determined whether it was said mostly to himself or the rest of the nobodies. Highly doubted his opinion mattered anyway...
At Demyx his latest reply, Vexen leaned forward again and raised his one hand. Extending his index finger more then his other fingers and subtly pointed at him while immediately commenting: "Indeed it will be, Demyx. How noble of you to volunteer for this task." With a sadistic smile, the Chilly Academic relaxed back into his chair and enjoyed the situation he just created. Demyx would never volunteer for any kind of labor unless ordered to. And that was just what Vexen just did. His lazy antics were not going to be tolerated today.
Expecting the musician to be baffled, he continued with explaining to not give him a chance to protest. Although Vexen would be surprised if Demyx would even dare to try. Speaking out loud to address all the other members in the room he said: "If the Dark XII are recruiting lackey's then we must counteract by doing so aswel. But with the desertion of Marluxia and probably also Larxene, it places us for an interesting decision. Do we leave their seats unfilled or do we search for new worthy members to replace them and join our ranks?"
The Chilly Academic paused, to let the idea circulate among the present members. He was interested in the others their opinions. For it does imply potential massive changes within the organization. Changes that could be very necessary to withstand the might of the Dark XII.
Still utilizing the opportunity of being the one having the word, Vexen found it best to utilize it to the best of his ability. So while letting his gaze glide slowly over Lexaeus the Chilly Academic continued his session. "As for me, I have been working hard lately on the resurrection of the replica program. I have reached the stage that the only problem I still need to overcome is the choosing of a test subject. Perhaps this green haired menace would be ideal to copy his abilities in a puppet under our control."
Vexen leaned back while supporting his face with his one arm and letting the other rest on the side of the chair. His eyes glancing and switching to the higher occupied seats to see who would respond first. Intrigued to see what the others would say.
Zexion's worries were confirmed when Xigbar voiced his concern about the lack of numbers in the Organization's meeting room. They might be able to put up a good fight, but chances were that the Organization would once again return to darkness. Which Zexion did not want.
He almost slouched in his seat when the Silent Hero suggested that they share their progress of late. Not necessarily to make himself less conspicuous, but to maybe make him look so much like Demyx that maybe the others would go off to find where Zexion himself went. Why couldn't Lexaeus keep to his title when Zexion needed it most? Not that he hadn't been making progress- he had an excuse for sure.
The Cloaked Schemer's ears perked up, though, when Lexaeus suggested that this 'Seed' could mimic Zexion's ability of illusions. That was definitely not a good thing, either. "Perhaps we should keep an eye on this Seed. To make sure he doesn't become too much of a threat," Zexion said. And then Vexen suggested the cloning. "Actually, if his abilities are anything to judge by, he seems to be a very promising test subject. Perhaps someone should look in to the possibility of that?"
As for the followers... It could prove useful, since if Zexion was working on his... project, he could set one of the recruits to work on one of the less daunting of Zexion's tasks. Zexion couldn't bring himself to consider this a selfish quest, since it was going to benefit the rest of the Organization by removing one of the Keybearers. If anyone asked, anyways.
"The suggestion of followers... It sounds useful. Especially with our lack in numbers, we can set these recruits with the tasks some of the... lower ranked members might have, while the rest of us deal with the more important ones. In short, I approve of the notion."