Where Nothing Gathers (Finished)

[Jason Arilani]

[Olook! New Luxord!]

"Why revive that which has not aided is previously?" Said The Gambler of Fate. He had recently returned from a prolonged exposure to darkness, but Luck had use for him yet, and so Luxord would appear in his usual chair, noticing the absence of a few others, their master being one that was missing. "Clearly Castle Oblivion was of no assistance to us in the past, as it was infiltrated by dear Sora and his precious companions. If not for their tactics, we would not have been in the prediciment that we found ourselves in before. So why revive it now of all times?"[/color] He continued, as if he had been here the entire time, listening to the entire conversation. But as it was, he had not been. And so he would have to be caught up in due time.

His hand revealed 13 cards once more. Those that were missing were shown on the cards, and those that were present were absent. He flung the cards of the absent to their respective chairs, as if to fill the void that was there. It wasn't enough to truly do so, but it would provide some sort of glimpse of what they once were before the keybladers had decided to strike. "I propose a chance encounter with the young master, Sora, and allow him to realize, once more, our existance. But who am I, but a mere underling, awaiting orders from our master who apparently could not join us on this momentous day."[/color] He said, waiting for further conversation to ensue.

[Era]

Being ignored was no real surprise. It wasn't the first time his concepts had been swept under the rug in one of these meetings. It probably wouldn't be the last. And yet, the standoffish disregard of his comrades still managed ruffled his feathers. He'd just put a good idea down on the table, and it seemed to be knocked to the wayside due to past bygones and nothing more.

The Organization could've really used the power a mutual friendship with Radiant Garden had to offer, and it was likely that those peace-keeping citizens wouldn't have openly declined an offer to help keep the Heartless at bay. Sure, they'd have to play their cards right, but was still worth a shot.

Should the meeting have continued to go astray, he'd likely bring it around to his concept again. But for now, it was worth listening to what the other members had to bring to the table - though he honestly doubted anything trumped an attempt to befriend Radiant Garden's authorities.

As Luxord unraveled the idea of chasing down Sora again, Axel couldn't help but internally cringe, due to nothing more than memories of the last time he'd met with the Keyblader. He wasn't fond of dying again. If they were to try and convince the kid to listen, they'd have to do it on safer grounds.

Then again, the whole idea was similar to one the Flurry himself was already brooding about… Even acting upon. He might as well bring it up. "If I may, I think that's a wonderful idea," A simple nod was sent Luxord's way before the Fire Element turned his head to eye the others of the room. "in fact, I think we should befriend as many Keyblade Wielders as possible. That way, when the threat of the Dark Twelve rises again, we'll have the upper hand," Axel grabbed at the air in front of him, making a fist, palm pointed toward himself, to emphasize his point.

[iuma]

Vexen's face fell back to his apathetically normal self again as Luxord finally also decided to appear in this meeting. Immediately responding to already discussed topics like he had been present for some time now. With his ability to wield the element of time, that was certainly possible. To catch the echo's of the conversation that travel through time on his way to the room.

But the chilly academic then frowned at the direction that the conversation was taking them. It had diverted from their plans to the topic of Sora and the keyblade bearers.
Vexen tapped with his fingers on the rest of his chair while again the redheaded menace was blabbering again. But this time his words could not be ignored. Not by him, for he immediately realized the one aspect that both seemed to be unknowing about.

Crossing his arms in front of his chest he spoke out clearly to both of them:
"Well then, does this mean that either of you two know the current whereabouts of any of the keyblade wielders? For as to my knowledge, that information is somewhat of a mystery at the moment. "

Vexen then unfolded his arms and laid them beside him, sitting up straight and formal in his chair as his cold but high voice was now directed to all in the room.
"There hasn't been any sighting of a single keyblade wielder for a long time now. Like they all just vanished from existence. If anything this fact requires our attention and investigation. For the keyblade is necessary in our ultimate goal."

His eyes glared upward to Axel. Knowing that he would not be able to answer the question as to where the keyblade wielders currently are. Then his gaze shifted to Luxord as his eyes settled to a more neutral stare. As Vexen then answered on a calmer and more personal tone:
"As for Castle Oblivion, you greatly underestimate it's power and value to us, Luxord. The castle is still ripe with memories of all organization members that ever set foot in there. Surely in the hands of the dark XII, these memories could be our undoing."
Vexen empathized his last words by raising his right hand up in a fist. He regretted once again that there were no intellectual equals present like himself in this organization.

[Era]

Axel smirked, arms uncrossing as he extrapolated to his bitter team member. An inspiring fire underlined his voice as he conveyed the inner workings of his mind to the rest of his cohorts in crime. "We might not know now, but who says we can't make an event that draws the Keyblade Wielders to ourselves," daring, jade green eyes scanned to the other members who were present. "An event so catastrophic that they'll have to come running," His hand lifted, palm open before him. "right into the palm of our hands." Immediately his fingers coiled into a fist to drive the point home.

Okay, so the idea was a little far-fetched, as some of his were, but the concept he'd fabricated in that moment was very characteristic of the Organization, as much as they may have wanted to deny it. They would be known for such scandalous plans, often tied to equally devious intentions. So who was to say that they couldn't make it happen? It was only as far-fetched as the Organization had ever been before.

Axel was sure they could lure these Key-Bearers, but more than that; the Flurry was convinced that, with their Hearts pending in the balance, sufficient motivation would be found for the Organization to actually fabricate something as profound... as remarkably daring...as creating a catastrophe to draw in the very people they planned to welcome on the Red Carpet.

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Xaldin sighed and placed his forehead in his hands. He had nothing against the ginger-haired Nobody, but his ideas sometimes irritated him. "That would bring in the Keybladers, Axel, but would we be able to befriend them?" he said, his voice verberating around the room. "All they would think is tat we were trying to cause more trouble in the worlds and mose likely would oppose it." He rose his head and looked at Axel. "The plan would work better if we fought with them for a common cause. Such as against the Dark XII or other evil entities." Done with what he was saying, he sat back and his chair and closed his eyes, hands folded together.

He would be interested in the Flurry's response.

[Era]

For a mere second, the redhead was dumbfounded. He thought he'd made his point clear enough; in hindsight he guessed not. Despite the painful irritation it brought him, he broke down his thoughts into more incipient terms. "I never said we had to tell them we were behind the fiasco. That would be rather infantile. I propose that we just use the Catastrophe as a means to meet them. Perhaps we could even fight alongside them. Y'know, gain their trust," he paused, waiting for the concept to sink in.

Then those thin red eyebrows, characteristic of the Flurry, rose slightly. "Do you get it now?"

[Jason Arilani]

As far as Luxord was concerned, his topic regarding the keybladers had been a success. It brought about conversation and slight planning. As for Castle Oblivion, Vexen had brought up a good point."Then perhaps a member of our order should investigate said castle immediately. If it is so important to our cause, then immediate action is required."[/b] He said as he smirked, wondering who the chilly academic would send. He also wondered who would be in charge with the superior missing. He wasn't sure yet but he knew that he would find out.

As for Axel, he continued to speak about the plan with the keybladers who were absent from the worlds. He agreed with Axel about the plan, but was curious as to what a plan would be. It was a matter of time before he would speak again on the matter, meanwhile spinning three dice in the air directly in front of him. Playing with methods of luck was Luxord's favorite thing to do, so he continued to do so while formulating a plan for the keybladers.

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(Im going to make this one short and sweet. Axel gave me the idea with her posts)

With the talk of Keyblades and their wielders died down, a small portal opened above the eleventh chair in the room, a chair that has remaind vacant for so long. No person arrived out of it, only a rose. A single rose fell from the portal with such force that it stuck itself straight up, cracking the chair in the process. it would be clear to anyone in the room that the former member of the Organization was still alive and aware of their meeting and perhaps aware of the plan of using Keybearers, for that was Marluxias plan from Castle Oblivion.

On the glowing red rose was a letter. A simple, white letter with "XI" stamped on the front. The message inside was clear and precise,

If my assumption is true than what is left of Organization XII has gathered to discuss matters and plans in the absence of Xemnas. If this is indeed true than I hope you have come to the conclusion that dealing with the Dark XII is not a simple solution; seeing the Keyblade as a simple way out, isnt that right Axel?

Nor does looking into Castle Oblivion will provide any answers Vexen, that vacant mansion I still hold contains no more mysterious. If this letter has not been ripped to shreads by now, I wish to meet with one of you myself. You know as well as I do that the information you have is utterly small.

---The Assassin.

(To clear up some possible confusion, Marluxia is a person who likes to be in the loop. He would assume Axel would want to find keybearers to help Roxas and that Vexen would want to go back to Castle Oblivion since Xion and much more research happened there.)

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Xaldin cocked an eyebrow as the rose slammed with am immense force into the chair. He pointed at the letter attached to it and had it float to his hand, where he proceeded to open it and scan over it. Once he had finished, he made it float to Vexen and said, "It appears that Marluxia still seems to be on the same page as us. He is asking one of our number to talk with him." He paused for a second, letting the words sink in, then said, "I think it would be best if I went to find the Assasian. For one, I am not one among the number that followed him in Castle Oblivion. And I feel that we will need as many numbers as we can if we are to reach our goals. Even though I am your superior, Vexen, I will leave the decision on your shoulders." Having said what he had wanted to, he sat back and relaxed, awaiting the Academic's response.

[iuma]

Vexen's eyes grew a subzero cold as the rose appeared and planted itself with much dramatic showoff into the empty seat. In the anxious silence that followed, Xaldin took initiative in reading the letter and passing it on over to himself.

Hearing his words the chilly academic also read the letter with cold, calculated eyes. But those eyes betrayed a hint of emotion. Anger and frustration as his eyebrows narrowed subtle halfway through the read. No doubt about the passage addressed to him personally. The long cold face of Vexen morphed to an expression of disgust as he fought the urge to freeze and shatter the letter.

But no, he mustn't led his emotions overtake him. For that was his mistake last time. Losing sight of reality by his ambitions and assumptions. These feelings were not real, only a ruse from when he was still human. They were illogical and distracting.
After bringing himself back to ease his eyes glanced up at Xaldin. The letter moved to float idle beside his chair. Discarding it but leaving it open for any other member that is interested to read.

He first gave a small nod with his head, as he appreciated the gesture of the whirlwind lancer to leave the decision up to him. Then with a clear voice he cackled:
"Marluxia is a traitor that can not be trusted. But in the current events it is simply a matter of math. We need him to gain the advantage over the Dark XII.
You may seek contact, but still a word of advice that you surely don't need: Keep your guard up around him.
If he proves to be more of a liability then an asset then... well... use your imagination.
Nevertheless his usefulness, Marluxia must be humbled and reminded of his place. He must return, even if it's being dragged by his pompous hair."

Then a very small but foul smile appeared on the number IV's face. As he spoke with a softer voice:
"But about Castle Oblivion he is mistaken. That fool doesn't even know half of what really transpired in the basements."
For a moment his eyes darted upward along the chairs of Lexaus and Zexion. While memories of their time there relived themselves before his eyes.

[lexaeus]

(Well now that I finally reign over Lexaeus, here we go)

Lexaeus only sat back in his chair as Luxord and even Axel of all Nobodies decided to show up. The Gambler wanted to look deeper into Castle Oblivion and the Dancing Flame wanted to accumulate the Keybearers on their side through a cataclysm of sorts. Both ideas seemed ludicrous to V; either the Castle would no more secrets and their time would be wasted while the Dark XII continue their plans or the Keybladers will try to strike them down once they show up to "help". The true matter lay in the Heartless known as Seed, he would provide them a connection to Elaeus if he could be captured and a connection to Elaeus meant a reason to bring the XII out of hiding. The Hero glanced over at Zexion and Vexen at decided it was time for him and the Schemer to leave for their mission when something unexpected happened.


Lexaeus only glanced over at the XII chair in the room to see the rose stick into the ground and letter fit neatly in between the petals. The Hero gave a grunt of annoyance at the matter, the Assassin is no longer in this Organization and henceforth should stay out of their business. V raised his arm and a thin column of the wall behind the letter shot out and enveloped the letter and drug it into the castle. Immediately after, the wall opened beside Lexaeus's chair and the Hero took it and read it. So, he wanted to meet with one of them. But why had Xaldin wanted to go? There was no love lost between the two so again, why? Marluxia had most likely contacted the XII and has encountered Seed and Elaeus, so he is wanting to use this meeting as a bargaining chip is he not?

"Xaldin, me and Zexion are leaving to intercept Seed, a Heartless amongst the ranks of the XII. I advise you to stay alert when dealing with Marluxia. His intentions may not always be so black and white." and the instant he finished speaking a portal fell down from the top of the chair and enveloped the Nobody and took him to Twilight Town, where he had heard this Seed was supposed to be. Surely Zexion would sense were his companion had gone.

[Era]

((I don't really have anything good to post yet. I will post if I must. Please let the thread continue. If you need me to post to keep it going, let me know. Otherwise, please move on without me this round. Axel doesn't have much to do yet.))

[Jason Arilani]

(i am currently without internet, except for on my phone. when i get internet back, ill make a post. I also can't reed the letter from marluxia due to it being in pink. If that can be posted in a regular color then I would appreciate it.)

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(There ya go matey!)

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(Era: If this is okay, I have a plan for Axel! :3 I'll PM you the details.)

EDIT: ((Here goes nothing!))

Xaldin crossed his arms, looking around the room at his other peers. He had prepared himself to leave, but grew tense when Vexen told him to watch out for the Assasian. Standing, he looked at the Flurry of Dancing Flames and smiled. "I feel that I can trust you, Axel." he said, his smile fading. "As your superior, I would like you to accompany me to confront Marluxia." He said it like Axel had an option, but really had weaved a trap of words that would ensure the Flurry's accompaniment with him. "I will be waiting at the Skyscraper for your arrival." He then formed a portal in the wall and stepped through it.

((Exit Xaldin))