Spread The Darkness

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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.

Comments

Maybe he has a senior citizen access card.

[black-masamune.livejournal.com]

Finally someone had said it. There was no end to his relief that someone had actually managed to call the rest of the villains out on their lack of cooperation. Sephiroth would have mentioned it, but it always seemed whomever he spoke to would rather fight him or just not listen at all. There wasn't a guarantee the same thing wouldn't happen to Lynx, but at least the gigantic elephant in the room had been noticed.

"Feline, calm yourself. This is actually a matter I've been meaning to address. As you can imagine, things have...gotten in the way," he shrugged slightly, "I'm not used to working with others, but if we can actually accomplish something I'm sure I can forgo my aversion to it."

Sephiroth turned his gaze to Kuja without moving his head. That one was proud, but certainly not stupid. He was actually one of the more tolerable allies he had, and brought a bit of sophistication to the entire group. Sephiroth's green eyes flicked back toward Lynx.

"I want the same proposition when we first met, Lynx. I trust that won't be a problem?" he smirked. "Oh, and I propose we kill the ones who might cause infighting, and I'm sure you all know who I might be referencing with that."

OOC: Corridors of Darkness, guys.

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Xehanort grinned as Lynx and Sephiroth spoke. "Good, it hurts me that I had to do that to point out the major problem." he glanced at Lynx. "I never made a propostion with you, and I don't want much, all I want is a claim on the keybladers, not the remnant or nobody, but the ones who should exist." Xehanort disspated his keyblade as he glanced at the smouldering wall where Kefka had left his message. "I also agree with Sephiroth that something should be done about the jester. Also, I will work as an ally to you, not a pawn, understand"

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Kadaj watched the exchanges feeling a mixture of delight and exasperation. To Kadaj this had all been a huge waste of time. It was quite simple, Sephiroth plan was sound and even had safety measures should it backfire. Naturally though, Kadaj trusted his big brother implicitly so he had no qualms on what was going on. The underlying lack of trust from the rest of his allies were abundant. They had separate goals and had the constant possibility that they would be backstabbed.

What else could be expected though?

Taking the glass of wine for another sip, he raised it lightly in a toast to Lynx when he and his brothers were mentioned. Drinking deeply from his glass, Kadaj's throat began to burn slightly.

"As long as everyone follows my brother's plans and can stop bickering over the details, everything should be fine." Kadaj said simply as his eyes scanned the box of donuts, noticing that the chocolate filled one had suddenly disappeared since he grabbed his first one. As he looked, he noticed the graffiti left by Kefka. "Loz and I will handle the joker if you want." he offered with a wink as he leaned back into his chair, a plain donut on the tip of his finger.

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As he might have expected, the voice of reason went entirely unnoticed in favor of more posturing: You're all idiots, I could kill every one of you right now but I shan't, now won't you work for me? Kuja propped his head against his hand and sighed, staring at Lynx as the man-turned-cat went on. What was he trying to do? Threaten everyone into serving him? How dull.

"Given the incredibly divisive front you've presented so far, I don't believe you have any room to talk about unity," he said blandly, setting his glass on the table, and nodded in wordless agreement when Sephiroth suggested that Lynx calm down. "As the saying goes, it's a two-way street. However, I'm amenable to mutual cooperation. You'll find me a reasonable man when approached reasonably in turn."

And that, as far as Kuja was concerned, was the end of it. He cocked an eye at the defaced wall instead, shook his head, and leaned over to snag another donut.