The XIIIth Shadow: Freeshooter// [Org. XIII]

[xigbar]

Some parts of this city, Xigbar had found, were perfect for secret meetings. There were so many nooks and crannies that no one bothered to search out that finding dissenters would be almost impossible. Almost impossible, that is, for anyone besides the former number II of Organization XIII. Gathering information had always been what he had done best, and death had dulled his skills none. Indeed, one would have been hard pressed to pursue someone who could teleport at will, and even harder when one factored in that he could walk wherever he pleased; the ground was no limit for him.

He was waiting in this building, tucked out of the way and almost invisible between others, for the rest. He knew that there were more of Organization XIII left than himself and Marluxia. He was waiting for them now, his arms crossed and leaning against a wall within the building. To avert suspicion, he had worn his black cloak rather than the uniform he had donned for his new position. His sharp golden eyes picked out a darker patch forming in the shadows, and he smirked. It was about time.

[Zexion]

He had picked up the scent before, he had just been unsure if it was the right time to seek out this particular member. But seeing as he was unable to track down the ones he had been looking for he had decided he would have to seek him out. Probably slacking off no doubt it was the only thought he had about this member as he opened a dark portal before him and stepped through. You could almost feel the darkness wrap itself around him pulling him deeper and deeper into it's depths.

Suddenly Zexion found himself standing in a room he had never been in before. He had left his hood down reveling his face to the world although there was no one else here but him and number 2. He could see him standing with his back against the wall from the looks of him he had been watching the portal form. His bright blue stayed locked on him as he walked to wards Xigbar. He was constantly checking the scents around the building it was a habit of his, it made sure he would never be caught of guard again.

" Number Two, it has been a while has it not" he found himself now standing a few meters away from Xigbar. Zexion disliked having to find the other members again, this just hindered their plans to call forth kingdom hearts and regain their hearts. " Have you found any other members" He simply had no time to beat around the bush.

[scryingphantom]

Honestly, Xigbar, sometimes I question as to why I agreed to work with you.The assassin’s exact thoughts as he felt that every other day he was being summoned into another place. He knew Xigbar had his way with information, but sometimes Marluxia began to believe he’d been doing this for amusement. If that part were true – Marluxia gave a frown in false irritation – he’d have to put an end to that. Marluxia’s slate blue orbs gazed the surrounding area. Though he didn’t have a worry; he still didn’t want to deal with meaningless questions if someone saw him open up a corridor of darkness. He had entered the said corridor with one last scowl.

The rich, dark, black portal opened upon the desired meeting destination. A click echoed off the walls as Marluxia made his exit. Just down the hall he could already see the Nobody whom he was meant to meet. ”You call at the strangest hours, you do know that right?” His voice was low – a notch above a whisper – and was a directed dig at Xigbar. As typical, Xigbar was leaning against something – as if he had no care in the world (which was a truthful statement). Marluxia just about rolled his eyes beneath his own hood. Honestly, did Xigbar take his job without a care in the world (which wouldn’t be a surprise)? He was always so lax even for a Nobody it seemed.

A sound caught Marluxia’s attention – a sound in which he was all too familiar with. Another corridor had made its appearance. With a light smirk, the assassin released a hum in interest. Was this the reason why Xigbar called him once more? Which member did the Freeshooter happen to track down this time? Within minutes, the Graceful Assassin had his answer. It was none other than the Cloaked Schemer himself; Zexion, former number six.

Before Xigbar could even usher words, the schemer already hit him up for answers. The assassin let out a low chuckle, always amused by how direct the shorter one always was. He let his footfalls continue in the direct of the (now) two Nobodies. He mused, for he knew Zexion would catch his scent – it was bound to happen, after all, since nothing got passed him. Once he was within earshot, Marluxia caught the tail end of Zexion’s flat lined question. The assassin almost purred when he spoke,”To answer your question, he has found another member, Zexion.” A shuffle of leather as the large hood was removed, allowing pink locks to move free of restraint.

”That member would be me, of course.” He spoke simply as he brushed away any rose petals that may have gotten on him. Marluxia’s gaze went to the schemer’s, hoping to catch any form of emotion cross his face. With a light smile,”It has, indeed, been quite some time – hasn’t it? Tell me, Zexion, have you been ‘enjoying your fun’ in these new worlds?” The assassin chuckled, turning his gaze to Xigbar,”I almost forgot you were even here.”

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"I'm not afraid
I'm not ashamed
I'm not to blame
Welcome to the masquerade…”
// "Welcome to the Masquerade" by Thousand Foot Krutch

[xigbar]

"Hello to you too," Xigbar snorted, smirking. Yep, Zexion was the same people-sniffing weirdo. But still no Luxord; he'd been looking forward to a game of cards with that guy, even if he was doomed to lose every time. Luxord never lost at his games. And then Marluxia showed up. Well, the whole gang he'd found and contacted were here. He'd thought he saw Roxas somewhere, but hadn't been able to confirm such yet...

"What, not even a thank you for letting you guys get back together? ... Bah, whatever. Organization XIII is all but dead; we're the only ones left that I've been able to find. Luxord, Xemnas, Lexaeus, Roxas... All the rest are missing," Xigbar looked a bit annoyed at this information. As though he had the heart to be annoyed. "... So it looks like the plan of making Kingdom Hearts is out the window."

[Larxene]

"Who's missing now?" That voice was unmistakably as that familiar darkness opened up as another cloaked figure entered the premises. She immediately took off her hood, revealing her shocking eyes as well as her 'genuine' smile she wore a lot. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Xigbar." Larxene said.

However, she did take notice of both Marluxia and Zexion. Her eyes lingered on Marluxia just a little bit more, but it was nothing to be noted for. "Marluxia and Zexion too! It's nice to meet you both again." Larxene had met both Zexion and Marluxia previous to this encounter now. However, she couldn't give out too much.

Zexion was a schemer, willing to use any information put forth into getting what he wanted - a little fun. He was much like Larxene, though she used her sadism nature to toy with people while he did it for the fun of it. Actually, that sounds awfully similar. One was more intelligent than the other and one had the advantage.

Larxene wasn't about to give Zexion another one.

[Axel]

Gin, It Sets Your Soul Alight

A dark cloud seemed to have appeared from nowhere over the great city of Archades. Its feather light fluff seemed to darken and multiply, stretching over the city like a plague. It's descent among the high towers was something of a mystery, a fog in the late afternoon? It had no effects on the residents, they felt no adverse effects, nor started to lose their memory. He walked, through the thick fog as if it was an ocean of sea grey. People faded in and out of his vision, all hustling and bustling to their normal routine. No one seemed to stop and notice it, no one seemed to care. It was as if the people of Archades were already caught within the power of Calamity, and were given the gift of ignorance till their very death bed. None seemed to make any remarks about his hair, which was odd, since usually he would be swarmed by guys and girls asking what 'products' he used. What the hell were they going on about conditioners and hair colouring? Was this another invention that Axel seemed to have missed out on during his life in his world? With a sigh Axel kept walking to some unknown goal, walking to wherever he would find his heart.

It was a funny thing, as he thought about it this desire, no, this strong memory of desire. Axel still felt empty like any Nobody would, but for some reason his emotional memories were stronger than what the other members had. It was like while spending time with Roxas, Sora and the blue haired girl, something grew within him. Not a heart, nor a fraction of one, but this lingering memory that it was almost there. That all he needed to do was call forth Kingdom Hearts to have it brought back.

"Che like that's gonna fucking happen"

Axel spat out the words and that lost hope to the floor, narrowly missing a man in a suit. He growled at Axel, but immediately began walking away quickly when Axel stepped to him. He was in the mood for a fight, in the mood for beating down someone or something. The urge to unleash his flames in this pathetic excuse for a city was starting to become too much. Hell this place was all business; the decaying streets of Midgar had more atmosphere than this place! Axel spat again, and walked quickly to a nearby store. Due to his lack of knowledge when it comes to the other worlds and their currency, Axel had to resort to stealing his meals. Looking around, he quickly swiped a bottle of liquor, sliding it into the back of his shorts, which were covered by his opened Organization XIII outfit. It was an odd look, the long sweeping jacket touching the floor, parted with the hood up and a pair of red and white shorts shining through. Axel quickly left, walking through the nearby streets quickly in order to put some distance between him and the shop.

***

He sat in a dark road, bottle open in hand as he drank his woes away. He didn't know what the drink was made of, but whatever it was, it was strong. He felt all of his reactions slow, could hear his speech slurring. He didn't care if the odd passerby looked down on him in disgust. It was his life, his own lonely life.

That was till he felt the corridors open and shut.

Axel's head jerked up instantly, eyes open and alert as he felt the first. It couldn't be? Was there a Nobody nearby? Surely they couldn't use the Corridors! He couldn't! He tried in Midgar near those 'voids' and each time nothing happened. Since then he always assumed that the fusion of the worlds had removed the World of Darkness. He began to pull himself up the wall, when he felt the other two open and close. The memory of excitement bubbled in his stomach as he hesitantly reached out in front of him. He focused on it, struggling to overcome the liquor that now ran through his veins. The darkness sparked at his fingertips, and split open the void. Axel couldn't help but laugh with joy as he danced around the Corridor, ecstatic that he could finally use them again. Taking one last swig of the drink he threw the bottle to the ground, the contents splashing all over the road in shards of glass. Taking a deep breath he focused on where he felt the 'Corridors' open, and then walked through his hoping that he wasn't dreaming.


The Corridor split open, it wobbled and shaked as if something was preventing it from being perfectly stable. Axel quickly stepped out of the Corridor, his eyes searching for the sight that he had been hoping to see. They were here! Xigbar, Zexion, Marluxia and Larxene, all of them standing around like the good old times. Axel let out a yip of joy, laughing in his tipsy stupor at his discovery.

"XIGBAR! ZEXS..zexssss...ZEXION!"

He clapped his hands and danced around, looking more like an insane beggar than a former member of Organization XIII. He stood up to look at the other two, and suddenly it dawned upon his face. Here before him were three people he had betrayed, not one, but THREE. However while he had betrayed Zexion, Axel couldn't help but feel that he should be more afraid of Marluxia and Larxene then him.

"Ma...ma...Marluxia! Larxene! I...I didn't shee you there"

He slowly stepped back, nearly tripping over his own feet as he awaited the oncoming onslaught from the pair.


[OOC: Sorry I was looking through threads and saw this for ORG XIII so I assumed I could post in it, if I wasn't meant to then I'm sorry ^^;]

[Zexion]

Zexion was always checking for scents it was a habbit of his and it was handy at times, no one ever snuck up on you when you were on step ahead of them. He picked up a new scent roses and like all the scents they were one of a kind to each person and this one happened to belong to a thorn in his side. Before he could even turn to catch him Marluxia was in the room and like other members his manners seemed to have died. "Do I not warrent a Hello Number Eleven". Such rudeness could never go unforgiven not then and not now he refused to be treated in such a rude manner. "I see, at least we have made progress in the finding of other members". Zexion had only really met Larxene, him finding them now was luck and with out his keen nose he would have found it a little harder.

Zexion's eyes were cold and gave of an expression of bordom when he looked over at Marluxia. "Fun, I have no time for fun I have been searching for other members". It wasn't a lie he spent most of his time doing this the rest of his time went to studying these strange new worlds trying to understand them more and more. He had read book son all kinds of places and visited so many new places field work was a pain. He turned his gaze onto Xigbar he found it hard to believe that he had been doing any work at all. "We are not all back together Number Two, but when we are I'm sure Xemnas will reward you. Organization XIII is not dead for as long as we stand here it shall remain to carry on the mission of controling Kingdom Hearts and once we did we can destroy the keyblade". His cold voice was so calm it was like he was talking about something so simple, to him it was a goal he would strive to complete.

Another scent came creeping through the darkness that of a new thunderstorm he was not surprised Marluxia had showed up he was waiting for her to make her grand apperance. With in seconds she stood with them and Zexion took note of how she greated both him and Marluxia as if she hadn't seen them before, what was she playing at. "Number Twelve, How nice of you to join us. Finish tormenting old ladies have we" that small smirk tugged at his lips. His smart wit was known by all who talked to him. Suddenly a scent that filled him with such distain and hate came from the darkness. It smelled of cinemon and frshly burnt wood. He was finaly here.

"Number Eight will be joining us soon" he said it loudly enough for everyone to hear and again with in seconds of him picking up the scents Axel appeared. Zexions bright blue eyes watched him he was stumbling a tell tale sign that Axel had either been drinking "Number Eight refrain from embarssing yourself and do not mumble my name if you can not say it in one go simply call me Six" he had to hold himself back a little from all but spitting each word at him. Axel was here and Zexion wanted nothing but to repay him for what he had done to him. He looked over at Larxene and smirked a little he would have to talk to her later about paying Axel back. "Now that you have joined us, may we discuss a plan for us". That bored expression and cold voice always made him seem like nothing was every good enough.

[scryingphantom]

”You always want me to grant you a hello, Zexion,” He mused out loud, two digits twirling a scarlet rose petal. ”However, have you even ‘warrant’ me one in return?” His charismatic personality was displayed, already knowing how to respond to another’s statement; a possible hit at the former dispute between the neophytes and original members. You demand manners out of me. Yet wording it in a rather insolent way, yourself. Sometimes the assassin mused if he would ever understand the former higher-ups. ”I should have expected that response. You never get a chance to rest, do you now.” A flat statement, nothing more did Marluxia speak.

Marluxia arched his neck, mocking a light attempt to crack it. Number two was already beginning to run his mouth, casting stones toward the Schemer. To say the least; Marluxia was thankful Xigbar didn’t ramble like on like an elderly man (much like Xemnas had resembled). The crude comments the elder nobody would make could be rather ‘amusing’, when they weren’t sent in his direction. Sadly, Zexion was not a type to fall for such trickeries; only merely casting his own stoned words back. A tad disappointing that tended to be, both had only talk (currently).

His attention was drawn as another was making their interest. Slate cyan observed a female figure emerging from the velvet darkness. Larxene’s strikingly blond hair contrasted against the corridor’s dark veil. Once she had removed her hood, her peach lips flashed a genuine smile as her eyes shun. Her petite form had come within the group, as her own corridor enclosed behind her. He gave a chuckle, rather ‘pleased’ with who stood before them. Larxene, Number XII, the Savage Nymph.

”Larxene,” he gave a nod in her direction. A light smile gracing his lips before it had faded. Their eyes locked, but only for a moment. Once she released her chirp about both of them, the assassin intervened before words were spoken. ”The same applies to you.” He paused, his attention briefly directed at the leaning Freeshooter. A light smirk,”With the arrival of Larxene, I hardly would assume we’re all missing. Are you falling behind in your information gathering?” the assassin had to comment, not even bothering to fake an ounce of sarcasm toward the Freeshooter. He caught wind of Zexion’s own crude comment toward Larxene, nearly ready to question. Marluxia wouldn’t, knowing full well what Larxene was like. Anything with her was quite a possibility.

Zexion’s following, though bland, statement had the assassin perk. ”Axel?” his voice held a darker tone. If Axel had a decent thought in his mind, he wouldn’t have dared to show his flawless face. Marluxia’s expression a scowl as another Corridor of Darkness was opening. The assassin could, obviously, see the shaking veil; unstable as it was, like watching an amateur (like Namine’s first attempt). As Axel stumbled out, obviously intoxicated beyond his wildest dreams; releasing slurs to match. Much like a monkey, the Flurry of Dancing Flames was giddy, clapping into the (now) quiet room. Though it could be viewed as amusing, Marluxia wasn’t near that (obvious as to why).

Realization had hit number VIII’s face, as the assassin gave a curt chuckle. As Axel began his retreat, the assassin had begun his advance. His digits that grasped the petal, as an ominous aura had encased the scarlet; as the petal became the staff to Graceful Dahlia, the assassin’s own scythe. Axel had fallen, having stumbled over his own feet, and the assassin couldn’t help but be pleased in that. Within reaching distance; Marluxia had lowered the point of Graceful Dahlia at Axel, mocking an intimidating action [resembling his threatening position to Vexen]. He may not have had a nose as sensitive as Zexion, but the assassin could smell the thick aroma of alcohol. ”I could easily make up for what you’ve done to me in the past, Axel. You make it quite tempting,” Even for the non-emotional nobody, Marluxia’s words were laced with pure venom.

Zexion’s calculating words sliced through the thick atmosphere. Slate blue orbs skimmed to the shortest nobody in a leer. The schemer had suggested all of them to corporate? Was he mad? Marluxia kept his scowl, peering at the Flurry of Dancing Flames. With venom hanging with each syllable, ”We have unfinished business. You dare cross me again; I will finish it this time.” As he turned on his heels, the scythe had dissipated into a nothing more but fluttering rose petals. He made his retreat, pausing at the nymph and laying a hand on her shoulder. ”Enjoy your time.” He assumed she would not let Axel off as calmly as he currently did.

With that, the assassin veered himself closer to the Freeshooter. The alcohol stench from Axel was more than enough. A brush at his hair, he spoke. ”So, do you have even a clue, Zexion? On how to further our goal for hearts?” Anything to take his mind off the drunken fool across the room.

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One; I hope this did ‘God play’..!
Two; the weapon never did touch Axel in any way..! D8 Thought I’d state that!
Axel, of course you could enter! That’s the part of the [Org] in the thread~♥