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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Axel hated those words. However, the ones just before it were a notable counterbalance: "I feel I can trust you." And it was those words that would be the leverage for Axel's compliance. "Do I smell a skirmish on the Horizon?" They were going to stir up trouble. The very thought of it brought sly smirk to the corners of The Flurry's mouth. "Count me in!" With that farewell statement to his cohorts, he vanished from his seat and leaves of fire danced through the air in his wake, spinning in an invisible vortex, just to fancily dissipate in his absence.
It was an artistic signature of sorts. And it was just like him to show off... But nothing too extravagant; just enough to be fashionably flashy.
Vexen, the Chilly Academic and number IV of the organization looked up as he witnessed how members started to leave the meeting. Pursuïng their goals to apprehand those that form the most direct threats to them. While others remained silent and observant of the conversations. Still, the platina blond man felt that there was improvement and progress. Now everybody at least knew what the others were doing. His own intentions and plan of action had been made clear. There weren't any more topics to discuss or debate on.
Seeing Lexaeus leave to search out the creature known as Seed, he glanced up at Zexion. Surely he would follow him soon. Xalding and Axel both also left to confront Marluxia. Xaldin alone is capable enough of besting the Gracefull Asassin. But his request to Axel to help him was intriging. What use other then being used as a living shield could that menace offer? In fact, Vexen was silently hoping for such an outcome.
Letting his hands rest on the sides of his chair he spoke to the room and all the occupants that were still present and concluded: "Well, I do believe the meeting is over. We all have our tasks ahead of us." After stating those simple words, his body started to become engolfed in darkness as de corridors of darkness enveloped him and transported him out of the room. Carrying him to Castle Oblivion in the world between worlds.
Post by Jason Arilani on Dec 1, 2010 14:24:43 GMT -4
Luxord was left, wondering exactly what his task to further was. But he was sure that would make itself known shortly. For now, he decided to tour the castle, and experiance what might have changed here.