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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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Kuja didn't leave immediately; he simply stayed as he was, his fingers brushing the back of his chair, and watched the shift of expressions on the Remnant's face. His elegant eyebrows had shot up again. Would Kadaj retaliate?

He didn't, which was perhaps disappointing but likely best for the continued integrity of the room.

When Kadaj smiled at him Kuja tipped his head, his mouth quirking in turn, and shrugged. "I do try," he said demurely, and left.

He hadn't had any compunctions about looking at Sephiroth's books, and he certainly didn't have any about rummaging through the kitchen. Let's see...

A sudden wind swept through the small area, caused by none other than the man Kadaj had texted but a moment ago. He yawned, still a tad bit sleepy, but it was nothing some coffee wouldn't fix. Waving at the group, he said a brief, "Hello" before opening the boxes of donuts, the ones Kadaj had specifically ordered. "Here. You know, it's hard to shop nowadays, so I kinda blew up a store on my way over here. My bad. They didn't get a good look at me though."

He stared at the hand placed on his brother's hand, and after placing the donuts down, he zoomed over to his location, Dual Hound staring Kefka in the face, a spark of lightning going off. "Get your hands off of him, clown." he warned, slowly. Like his brothers, he didn't care what Lynx said, but he knew the feline hated Kefka the most, and odds are he would be doing him a favor.

Kefka grinned as he stepped away from the four silver-haired villians. "Honestly, are you guys a boy band?" Kefka said before bowing dramatically as he grabbed a donut. "I would love to stay and chat, but I must be going. Good donut." Kefka said offhand before looking straight as Loz. "and I must say, your mother may of been a whore but she was a damn fine lay" with those words Kefka was gone

Sephiroth had to resist a sigh at the antics of the clown and his brothers. Now he wanted both Souba and Dual Hound to aim for the most tender parts of Kefka's body. He also wondered what the hell was keeping Kuja and the wine, as well as why Kadaj had told Loz to bring donuts. It wasn't that Sephiroth didn't like them, but he would prefer his sweet tooth to be hidden from everybody.

Having put his phone away only moments ago, Kadaj felt it before it had happened. Like the wind itself, his little brother's sudden instaneous appearance put a smile on his face. Kadaj quickly rummaged through the dozen donuts, singling out a powdered one.

"If anyone saw you, they would have asked if you could blow up their store next." giving the compliment as Loz was immediately getting in Kefka's personal space. He took a bite from his donut, trying to smile while his cheeks were full.

He considered the robbing of one the donuts a parting gift for the colorful jester. Obviously the last comment fell on deaf hears in regards to Kadaj. So, it was now just them. Awaiting Kuja, he set the box on an open space of the table. "The specially wrapped one is for you. That is, if you want one." Kadaj said to Sephiroth. "Thanks Loz."

He sat in the chair that Xehanort had been occupying and put his feet in the neighboring chair that Kefka had used. He assumed from the kind words given to Kuja that he was an ally that could be trusted. "So big brother" he said glancing at Loz with a smirk. "Tell us what you're planning with the toy Loz brought home.

As Kuja was out of the room, he didn't see Loz's initial entrance. What was rather more difficult to miss was the commotion it caused. The Genome's head poked back in through the doorway, nonplussed, and then the rest of him followed. Kefka was gone and in his place was another silver-haired man. Another brother? Kuja, for his part, had found the wine glasses, but he also had with him the whole decanter.

"What in Hades' name is a boy ba--oh, forget it," he answered himself, disgusted. At least Kefka had left. The decanter and glasses were set down beside the box of donuts, which he eyed consideringly before picking one up and reclaiming his seat with a wine glass and the little pastry. He brought it to his mouth and sniffed it before trying a nibble, as if he'd never seen one before, but it wasn't bad. The bakeries in Espas usually carried something similar. "You brought these?" he asked Loz rhetorically. "They're good."

Another bite, and he made a little noise of agreement when Kadaj spoke.

"I'm curious to know myself," he seconded. "What's the benefit to placing Chaos inside of her? Won't that bring it out of your control?"

Almost as soon as Kuja spoke, Xehanort returned. "I apologize for this" Xehanort did a quick cursory glance before nodding. "Good, it's gone" the keyblader took a seat as he glanced at Kadaj and Loz "and you two, last time I checked you had much better things to fight with than my creations" he said, striking a look at Sephiroth. "Heartless aren't your pets. I need them for my plans"

Sephiroth didn't reply to any of them for the time being. Instead, he merely poured himself a generous glass of the wine Kuja brought out. The familiar burn that accompanied a good mouthful brought warmth all through his chest and head, and also cleared his mind.

He gave a light nod to Kuja and Kadaj, saying "I'll get to you in a moment," before turning to the older man who had oh so conveniently appeared. He smiled, as smug as he could manage, a little at Xehanort and leaned back in his chair with one hand holding his chin.

"If the Heartless aren't for us to use, then why did you give my brothers and I control of them in the first place? It would have been more considerate to tell us outright they were only on loan," he laughed softly before taking another sip from his glass, "Let them continue using them. There are millions of people in the world, and millions of Heartless as well. I'm sure you won't miss about a score each for the three of us."

Kadaj finished his donut and gave a smiling nod to Kuja's appreciation of the donuts. "Loz knows the best places." he said dusting the powder off his gloved fingers so he could pour himself a glass as well. "And good find on this vintage."

After setting the slender bottle down for Sephiroth and Loz, he tilted his head upon his big brother's statement on holding off. It was then that he noticed the sudden emergence of Xehanort. His feet that were moving back and forth gently had stopped as he listened to the elder man.

A smile grew on his face and he went to exchanges looks with Loz. Being admonished in such a manner made Kadaj want giggle maniacally, but he held back. Instead he vied for taking a generous sip of wine as he looked to his big brother, the reasoning given was sound and, to Kadaj, hard to refute.

Then again, hew had only just learned about the Heartless a week or so ago.

If looks could kill then Kadaj would be circling the drain of life. Xehanort cleared his throat as he spoke again. "Sorry, maybe I should be a bit more clear." he gestured at the two younger silver-haired bondage models. "However, using them because you can isn't necessary." he turned back to Sephiroth. "Plus I've only give permisson to you and your brothers, plus Kuja." he said, nodding at the elegant man. "yet I didn't give permisson to destroy an entire town with it"

"I am the one who gave that order, old man."

Loz turned his head, the dual hound resting by his side the moment a dark portal emerged. Lynx entered the room through it in his Dark Serge guise, with Grobyc trailing behind him. Scars from days before still clung to the cyborg, but Lynx left them there on purpose; to serve as a reminder and because he enjoyed seeing one of his killers branded with the cuts of defeat.

"You're are not the only one who can control the darkness, remember? My shadows have been around far longer than your Heartless." He crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at the senile keyblade master. Honestly, he barely even recalled meeting this man in the first place. "And besides, the behemoth was already attacking Dollet before Loz arrived. I merely...helped in the process since the girl was headed there as well. I wanted to see how well Sephiroth's little remnant would do against the trio of my killers...." He glanced over at Loz, shaking his head and sighing. "Gee, imagine my surprise...The momma's boy simply couldn't handle them all, and they were weakened to boot!"

Loz growled at the insult, the lightning on the Dual Hound roaring again. He charged at Lynx, blurring and reappearing behind his boss. "That's it! I've had enough!" he shouted, his fist soaring in the air.

Grobyc however, grabbed it, and what happened next failed to trail the eyes of any. One moment Loz was frozen in place, and in the next, the cyborg let him go, and the remnant fell to the floor, clutching his stomach, his insides bouncing from place to place.

"Ah yes, I upgraded Grobyc's abilities as well." explained Lynx, resting his arm on the machine's shoulder, looking at his own nails while smirking. "Sadly he isn't quite ready for a full combat situation....Thanks for being a good test dummy though."

"Fuck you..." he muttered.

Turning his attention back towards the others, he wasn't surprised to see the two new faces. FATE's eyes were everywhere in this world, in the universe even. All he needed was more power to be whole once again. He held out his hand, bowing before Kuja and Kadaj, "Greetings and salutations, Kuja, Kadaj. My name is Lynx, and the associate behind me is Grobyc. I must warn you not to touch him; that's one part of his programming I neglected to fix. He spun around to meet Sephiroth's gaze, with a mock smile. "So...care to let me in on your plan as well? We are partners, are we not?"

Sephiroth let out a small sigh and finished the last of the wine in his glass. Would the interruptions never end? All he had wanted was a quiet night in the base. Well, nothing good would come from complaining.

After refilling his glass, he gave Lynx a little nod and said "Yes, I'll explain" before relaxing again.

"Lynx, I had the puppet brought here because creating an army of Keyblade-wielding monsters would be impossible. Replicas are only copies of an original Keyblade Bearer. In order to make the army you were looking for, we would need the original the Replica downstairs was created from. Unfortunately, Xehanort hasn't indulged that information," He tossed an accusing look to the older man, then went on as though he hadn't at all, "However, he has told me Replicas absorb the traits and memories of those they're around constantly. Since the Chaos summon is already implanted in the Replica's body, it will seep into whatever consciousness the puppet has and merge together with it completely in due time," he explained. Sephiroth paused for a moment to collect the rest of his thoughts, as well as his breath.

"I'm not especially worried about it breaking out of control. Chaos is an intelligent summon, and knows he shares a common interest with me. So as long as I'm reasonable, he will do as I ask. Also, the puppet is truly little more than an emotionally fragile teenage girl in mindset and seems to be terrified of me, so it won't be too much of a bother. If it is given simulated freedom, I'm confident it can be manipulated by both myself, Chaos...and maybe even you, Lynx, if you so desire," he chuckled, "Though I don't truly see how useful it will be until it has completely absorbed Chaos."

Xehanort chuckled as he looked at Lynx. "You poor pathetic fool, I wasn't referring to your pathethic attempt at Dollet. I was referring to the destruction of Fynn." he then turned to the robot. "Pathetic design honestly, and Lynx, last time I checked, I'm not part of your worthless club, so be quiet and take a seat"

It was unusual for Kuja to be so reticent, but not a word passed his lips as Xehanort returned and the others went back and forth about the Heartless. He merely observed, and when a portal opened and spat out Lynx and his cyborg, his nostrils flared slightly. He took a sip of his wine as Loz attacked and was attacked in turn by Grobyc, and his eyes lidded to slits of blue, then shut altogether for a moment, as he swallowed.

"Well, now," he said quietly when Lynx greeted him. "You're the second man today who knows my name, Lynx. I suppose my reputation precedes me."

That, or someone had been watching him on the sly. When his eyes opened again he stared at Lynx unblinkingly for a moment, then looked away. His gaze fell on Sephiroth instead, and--did he almost look sympathetic? Anyone who knew Kuja wouldn't describe him as an empathetic individual, but if it were his home being invaded at all hours he'd be cranky at best. How had Lynx even known there was some sort of gathering here?

He finished off his donut as Xehanort ripped into Lynx, his eyes darting between them as if he were watching a tennis match, and sucked the crumbs off his fingers. "A word of warning, Sephiroth," he said during a lull. "Chaos may seem reasonable, but if it's intelligent enough to see the value in working with you, it may be intelligent enough to consider betrayal. I'd keep an eye on it."

He would, after all, know quite a bit about rebellion.

When another dark portal appeared Kadaj set his glass on the table and rubbed his forehead before completely sliding his gloved hand down his face stopping it at his chin. He watched on as Lynx walked through it, followed by cybernetic being. To which Kadaj raised an eyebrow at. When Lynx mentioned his name, Kadaj instantly assumed that Sephiroth had told him. A grim satisfaction came to him when Loz became fed up. Whatever it was that had happened next did not sit well with Kadaj. Not at all.

As Loz fell to the ground, Kadaj rose to his feet, drawing Souba from it's sheath while doing so looking from Lynx to Grobyc and back again. His hand gripped the haft of his weapon tightly. This had been the second time since his arrival that he had wanted to take action, but after a deep breath and glance to his big brother, Kadaj put Souba away. He leaned down offering his hand to help Loz back up. He couldn't help but smile at Loz's comment despite being on the floor.

Afterwards, he continued listening to his brother's explanation and took his seat again. "We had nothing to do with Fynn." speaking for himself and his recovering brother, Kadaj replied boredly to Xehanort. He was a bit amused though at Xehanort's jab at Lynx.

But after Kuja gave his piece on the matter regarding Chaos, Kadaj leaned back in his chair looking back to his big brother.

"Rest assured I've already given thought to everything that could possibly go wrong, Kuja. Though I do thank you for the concern." the former general said. He hoped that explanation had satisfied everyone, but knew it most likely wouldn't. The bunch he had allied himself with made it very hard to please them all. If another fight broke out...well, he wouldn't just sit there. It was his base they were scuffling in.

"In any case, does anyone have questions, comments, snide remarks regarding the puppet and Chaos? If not, then let's speak of something a little more...entertaining. Aside from the damn thing nearly puncturing my eardrums from screaming, the Replica bores me."

Loz took Kadaj's hand and lifted himself back up, growling at the cyborg. If it weren't for the fact that he could taste his liver, and Sephiroth's rules in the lair, he would struck the cyborg again...and history would repeat.

"Ah Fynn...Loz has never been there, and I never ordered anyone to assault, though Kefka might have misunderstood what I had said." Lynx chuckled dryly at Xehanort's comment on himself and Grobyc, before his eyes glowed yellow, his teeth flashing. "I'd watch that tone if I were you though. If I wanted Dollet destroyed, I would have went in myself. It was mere test run in this world, especially when the trio from my realm appeared. And last time I checked, cosmetics isn't the most important thing in creations. It's the end result that counts! Then again, not all of us can grasp this, especially you."

Grobyc stepped forward, staring his insulter in the eye. "Master-Xehanort. Grobyc-will-have-Xehanort-know-Grobyc-is-superior. Those-who-waste-time-with-words-always-fall." The cyborg shook his head. If he could've laughed, he would in a heartbeat. "History....Something-the-humans-and-demons-will-never-understand. That-is-the-reason-for-each-of-your-downfalls."

Lynx shrugged at the possible stares he would earn, laughing at the truth. "Like I said, more tinkering to do. He's been a bit mouth as of late. But he makes quite an excellent point."

Turning his attention back to Sephiroth, he smirked at the man's findings. "You definitely have your father's cunning intellect and cruelty, no offense." He figured the general might have hurt him should he make comparisons between him and Hojo. "But I must agree with Kuja on this on being careful. Besides, I'm sure we all have our own problems to deal with."

Sephiroth bristled at the mention of his father. No, not his father. He would never give that bastard the honor of being his sire. The silver-haired man would rather have Kefka shove a thousand pins under his fingernails and eyes than that.

His only outward sign that he acknowledged the remark was the clenching of his hand on the arm of his chair. He gave Lynx an equally cruel smile.

"Rest assured, Cat, that if I see any errors I will kill the damned thing myself. It is little more than an empty shell after all. I'm sure no one would miss it," he replied, "It's how I remove all things that get in my way."

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Spread The Darkness

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ooc: The party man is here! XD

OOC: and the intelligence is not

ooc: Uh oh, someone pushed the Mommy Button

OOC: Oh snap, it's the Silverstreet Boys!

There is only one direction this scene can take now. We all need to start singing awful love songs.

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Don't hate on those '90s love songs. I adored those as a 7-yr-old.

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ooc: You're cruising for a bruising, Xehanort! XD

Lynx is cruisin' for one as well xD