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Spread The Darkness

Who: Sephiroth, Xion, and whichever villains want to pop in.
Where: Sephiroth's base in the Northern Crater
When: 4 days after Besaid Sands and Kadaj's arrival
Rating: PG-13ish

Sephiroth looked down at the stack of papers littering his desk with no small amount of disdain. He hated having to rife through endless pages to find the one passage he was looking for. It certainly wasn't helpful even a little. At least the reports strewn across his desk were an interesting read. Truly, could a report on the Heartless and their ilk ever truly be uninteresting in the slightest? Xehanort certainly enjoyed them, but then writers tended to enjoy their own works, didn't they? As for the former ShinRa general, he merely saw them as interesting as long as they yielded the information he sought. So far, they were not providing him with the specific information he needed. Well, Report 13, which detailed the soul, body and heart, was at least somewhat helpful. Other than that, the Ansem Reports told Sephiroth what he basically already knew.

His catlike eyes drifted to the red, Materia-like orb he had proliferated from the Replica brought to his base. Fenrir was a useful summon, that was for sure. A smirk stretched his lips as he recalled the other GF orb sitting beside it. He had plans for that marionette soon. All too soon, actually. Once it was completed, and that would only take several minutes at the least and perhaps a few weeks at the longest, he would have at least one more capable ally in his non-sequential plans. Those already by his side were good for some of the tasks he had in mind, but this one...he knew this one would think along his same train of thought.

Idly he wondered what Vincent would think if he knew what he was up to. A chuckle slipped out as he imagined the reaction. Vincent would be so disappointed in him, or perhaps he would expect it? He certainly wouldn't approve of the method, even if the subject was little more than a mockery of human life. Sephiroth certainly didn't see the problem in causing harm, physical or mental, to something that wasn't supposed to exist anyway. As it stood, the creature in his holding cell was something even the Nobodies considered an anomaly. Shame he couldn't have gotten ahold of the other Replica from that Castle Oblivion place. No matter. As long as it served his purpose, it would continue "living."

When the Ansem Reports yielded nothing of further use, the silver-haired man pushed his chair back to stand. Sephiroth pocketed the orb he needed, then looked about his study. Nothing seemed amiss for the time being. With a 'hmph,' he left the study and instead made his way to the medical wing of his lair. If luck went his way, there would be no interruptions and he could loose the Replica to the wild in only a few minutes. But knowing the nature of his "allies," interruptions would abound if they happened to visit him while he was working. God forbid Kefka took time away from his tormenting others to direct his attentions on him.

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Fear is truly the most overwhelming sensation mankind can ever feel during a lifetime. At times, it is a helpful feeling, as it gives the thought of flight to the mind of one who wishes not to fight. Other times, it drives one to sheer ruin whether or not there is something truly worth being terrified of. The fear prisoners are no stranger to is the latter.

Xion sat huddled in a corner of the dimly lit holding cell. Several times before she had banged on the door to try and force it open, but to no avail. It was electronically locked and nothing short of a tank or train could force it open. After finding the effort useless, the girl took to staying in the corner. Nothing much to do now except wait. That itself was the worst part. No...the worst part was imagining the door finally opening.

The worst sound in the world would be the sound that steel door made when opened.

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If he had believed in a higher power like a god, Sephiroth certainly would have been thanking the high heavens for sending Kuja. As friendly as he seemed to Kefka, dealing with the clown on his own was not one of his preferred tasks.

"Ah, Kuja. It's nice to see you again." he smirked a bit. "You're not interrupting at all really. Actually, you're just in time. Will you be coming along as well?"

Kefka glanced at the new guy as he tried to remember Kuja's profile. Ah right, now he remembered. "Hello Kuja, see Garland lately?" Kefka said, grinning as he waited to follow Sephiroth. He had seen Kuja in battle using the videos Lynx had. He was a decent mage, with a flair for the overdramatic. Reminded Kefka of himself when he was younger, yet that was the problem. Kuja was young, a well-placed Firaga would end him, and if he tried a back attack. Well Kefka had a few surprises. "Ah, we have a new torture victim? Perhaps this one you'll let me get a go at" Kefka said to Sephiroth, a bit peeved. He had been forbidden to mess with Xehanort's plans, which happened to involve the half-esper

At the mention of the Replica, Sephiroth's smile immediately faded and he gave the jester a cold stare. Weaker men, which Kefka was not, would have shriveled under the gaze or at least been a bit cowed.

"It is not to be killed. If you want to play with that doll, you have to keep from destroying it. Is that clear?" he asked. "I told my brother he could do whatever he wanted with it after I finished what needs to be done, and I know he won't hesitate to fight you if you break this toy."

What had he stumbled upon? Kuja lifted an eyebrow curiously, but before he could speak the clown butted in.

Kefka was given a flat, considering stare. Kuja sized him up, his gaze icy, and snorted. His mouth quirked into a humorless smile. "Not since I killed him. You do think you're a clever one, don't you?" His voice was honey-sweet, but it didn't hide the knife's edge that lurked below the surface.

Then he dismissed the mention of Garland entirely, waving it away with a flick of his hand. "I'd be delighted to accompany you, of course, Sephiroth."

The operative word perhaps being Sephiroth, if Kefka insisted on talking about that insufferable man.

"Ooh! The cross-dresser called me clever, how nice" Kefka spat as he turned to Sephiroth. "Personally I don't give two shits what your whiny mother-obessed brothers want, I want to have fun, and I'm going to have it. Deal?" Kefka said, his eyes reflecting his power

"Hmph, consider the offer revoked then." he shrugged. Made no difference to him at all. His prisoner would certainly breathe easier though, if she ever knew. "If you're coming, then let's go."

With a slight shrug, Sephiroth began his walk into the medical ward. The labs and such were all behind enormous locked doors, the contents impossible to see, with large double-digit numbers written on them. At the very end of the long hallway, the only unlocked door opened to reveal an elevator that took them several more feet into the earth.

The elevators parted to show a floor almost identical to the one they descended from. The only major difference was the numbers written on the doors. Instead of being double-digit, they were triple-digit and counted up to at least 200 based on the door to their immediate left. Sephiroth stepped briskly down the corridor, but came to a stop once they reached the door marked 130.

Kuja made a small and undignified noise of amusement, his mouth twisting again. He didn't grace Kefka with another look as he followed Sephiroth, although as he passed the jester he murmured, seemingly to no one, "How very quickly he changes."

This wasn't the first time he'd been in a laboratory, or even the fourth or fifth, but he was silent going down the hallways, his eyes tracking the numbers on the doors they passed. He didn't speak until they stopped again.

"This is quite an impressive facility. Did you have it built yourself or did you requisition it from somebody else?"

"I made it myself." Sephiroth said as he punched in a quick code on the door. There was a slight hiss, then a clunk as the locks came free. The steel door automatically opened about an inch, and he pulled it open the rest of the way.

Xion jumped to her feet immediately as the door opened and pressed against the wall behind her even more. Panic surged through every vein, urging her to flee or fight tooth and nail. Both were futile options considering the lack of a clear path and her own lack of power.

Sephiroth said nothing to her as he entered the small holding cell. His hand closed around the materia in his pocket, and he smirked.

"Why do you tremble so? Don't pretend you're scared." he said, chuckling a little. "Everyone knows things like you don't have emotions or the capability to feel anything."

The dark-haired girl glared at him, but didn't dare speak back. Instead, she looked to the two behind him with wide eyes and silently implored them to help her.

Kefka laughed as the girl looked at him. "I think she wants us to help her. Sorry kiddo, but we're the bad guys. At least me and the guy with bird genes here is. Not sure on the belly shirt model"

Kuja stared back at Xion with bright, expectant interest, as if she was some sort of magic trick he'd come to see. There would be no help forthcoming here, from the looks of it.

"Don't be gauche," he sniffed when Kefka spoke. "If it can't feel anything, it's not going to enjoy your attempts at being pithy."

She certainly looked frightened and angry enough, but he paid it no mind. Some of his black mages had acted this way--the defects, the ones who'd thought they were real.

Sephiroth nodded in agreement to Kuja's words. He was used to having clones of his act in such a way in the past. So far, the Replica looked and acted like a real person, but that was just how it was supposed to be. It would have been a failure if it behaved the way robots and their ilk were supposed to.

The girl looked as though she was about to cry. She stiffened when Sephiroth turned back to her and stared straight into her eyes. Again she pressed into the corner, hoping she could disappear into the wall if she pushed against it enough.

"Kefka, if you have that Slave Crown on your person, might I borrow it?" Sephiroth asked, turning his head slightly toward the jester. "I would like this puppet to be complacent. It won't do to have it thrashing around."

Kefka nodded as he fished his hand in his pocket, tossing the brown headband to Sephiroth. "Hey, Sephiroth, I got a question though, I noticed another one of your ilk running around lately. Wasn't there four of you though?"

"Yazoo hasn't been found, jester" a calm voice spoke as he walked up to the two. Xehanort glanced at the group, giving a small nod to Kuja. He then spotted Xion and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I thought you were asorbed by Roxas." he glanced at Sephiroth. "This is what you been playing with? an Replica of a keyblade warrior and not even a complete one at that" he rubbed the bridge of his nose as he sighed. "I on the other hand, captured someone who is a master of the weapon, even if I kept him from that title"

He caught the band easily and twirled it slightly in his hands. Sephiroth's mouth opened to speak, but he found himself cut off by Xehanort. He had to resist a sigh. More interruptions. He made a mental note to bar entry to his base to anyone other than himself and the Remnants from now on.

Sephiroth just smirked as Xehanort explained what Xion was. He had already been told this. He walked over to the still petrified Replica and slipped the Slave Crown over her head. The girl only gave a minimal struggle, then went completely still.

"Which is why this husk is perfect for this," he pulled the GF orb from his pocket. "Inside this is Chaos, one of the greatest summons and a servant of the god also named Chaos. Since this thing is little more than an empty vessel, it's perfect."

Tired of the delays, he turned back to the short girl and gestured toward the bed in her cell. Possessing no will of her own, Xion moved over to the bed and lay down on it. Sephiroth told her to open her coat, as it would be impossible to send the orb through her coat, which she did.

"Try not to scream." he said, holding the orb over her sternum. As the sphere was sucked into her body, Xion nearly fainted from the sheer amount of pain that coursed through her chest. It felt as though someone had literally punched a hole through her solar plexus. She wanted to scream until her voice was raw, but the crown on her head let not even a whimper escape her lips. The only sign she was in immense pain were the widening of her eyes and the tears sliding out of them.

Once Chaos' summon orb was secure inside her chest cavity, Sephiroth removed the crown from her head. Immediately the Replica let loose a piercing cry that made even the general grimace slightly. Her voice cracked, and her eyes rolled up in her head as she fainted.

"Simple enough." Sephiroth said.

Kuja lifted a brow when Xehanort strolled up. Found the front door too, had he? This was becoming quite the party--and all over such an unimportant-looking girl. Replica. He didn't need to know what that was exactly to understand that Xion probably wasn't much different from an unsouled Genome.

Well.

He leaned against the wall, watching Sephiroth and Xion impassively as the sphere was absorbed into her body. When she cried out he winced, his upper lip twitching into an ugly scowl. "It certainly screams loudly enough for a husk," he grumbled as the ringing in his ears faded. "I do hope it will be quiet when it wakes up."

"Oh don't worry Kuja. You won't be hearing from it for a while." Sephiroth chuckled. He ushered the other three from the room and locked the cell door behind them. "Now then, gentlemen, shall we go back to the main floor? There isn't anything else of much interest down here I'm afraid."

Kefka groaned loudly as he followed Sephiroth, his hand twitching around his morning star. However he knew that the swordsman wouldn't take kindly to him bashing his head in.

Xehanort gave a curt nod as he followed the group, before catching up to Sephiroth as he whispered. "Why the feline seems to think that jester can be on any use to me is beyond me?"

The swordsman just gave a little sigh. He had hoped for a more quiet evening. He supposed that was definitely out of the question now. At least he had finished what he needed to. All that remained was to get these three out of his base and out of his hair.

"He's chaotic enough that I can tolerate him a bit," he said. That was the truth, or at least part of it. Sephiroth had to admire the sheer mayhem the clown was capable of, but Kefka didn't know when to stop. The best disorder is one where people are left alive to bask in what has just happened. Kefka's way more oft than naught led to nobody being left behind.

Once they were on the main floor, Sephiroth once again sat down in his arm chair off near one of the many bookshelves in the large main room. He gestured for the others to sit if it pleased them.

"Now then, may I ask exactly why so many of my allies have come to see me at the same time?"

After his brief foray into Midgar, Kadaj had decided to make his way to the Northern Crater. The time he spent traveling gave him thought. Being near his brethren right now was would bring him focus, something he needed. Definitely something to distract himself with.

As he made his way through the Norther Crater, he slipped through the passage leading down to Sephiroth's base. The expansive building had enough room to accommodate many, but really, it wasn't made with anyone in mind but Sephiroth.

When Kadaj walked into the main room, he paused, his eyes moving about the gathering, he recognized practically none of them.

"A party?" he asked as he smiled making his way past everyone so he could lean against the wall near Sephiroth's side. "Loz would cry if he knew he wasn't invited." of course Kadaj didn't want to disrupt the meeting so he relaxed his arms into a folding position, smiling as he studied the company of his big brother.

Kuja was a man with remarkable ability to make himself comfortable almost anywhere. He picked out a chair and sat, tucking a hand up neatly under his chin. "Quite by coincidence, I assure you. Your, ah, front door is regrettably sensitive." He smiled wryly. "You do know what the Mist's purpose was originally?"

After Xehanort's appearance, Kadaj's couldn't faze him much. His eyes followed the Remnant as he crossed the room, however, taking his measure, and it was probably obvious when he noticed the resemblance to Sephiroth--Kuja's gaze flicked between the two brothers, lightning-quick, and he looked briefly puzzled.

"I don't believe we've met. I'm a...business associate, I suppose."

Mist? From what Kadaj had learned from using his phone to gain access to a world map, he had found that there was a region that was practically covered entirely in mist. But he didn't bother to read about what the purpose of the mist was, which made him all the more glad he decided to come to the Crater.

"I am Kadaj." he said, still smiling. The man reminded Kadaj of a bird that would study it's prey before simply killing it with it's beak. "A brother of Sephiroth. Always eager to meet allies of my big brother." it was quite amusing to use the niceties, considering that most introductions he was involved in rose to conflict quickly.

He watched the exchange between his brother and Kuja with interest. He had been meaning to find a way to get the two to meet one another. He himself got along fairly well with Kuja, but it would be very helpful for any future plans if his right-hand brother and the beautiful man were acquainted and could work together if Kadaj ever needed to fill in for him. Luckily, it seemed as though they might get along nicely.

Now if only he could find a way to make sure his other allies could be civil toward one another. With Kefka, that was an effort in futility. Xehanort and Lynx, on the other hand...well, they were cultured enough. Both understood the power of being on at least friendly terms with your allies whether they were villains, heroes, or the shades of gray in between.

"Come to think of it, I wonder why that boy isn't here," Sephiroth tilted his head back a little as he called to mind Kadaj mentioning their brother, "Kadaj, perhaps you could call him and ask? My phone is...charging."

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Spread The Darkness

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homg, metoometoometoo x3

OOC: Silver-haired villain party!

We need pretzels and a jacuzzi, srsly

And some killer music too