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Who: Organization XIII; Naminé
What: The Organization is finally reunited... along with their new pet.
Where: Castle Oblivion
When: Now.
Warnings: TBA

Zexion was getting worried. Xion hadn't reported in for a day now, and Larxene had yet to return with Naminé. Marluxia had requested that everyone RTC to Castle Oblivion as soon as possible, and Zexion was the first to oblige. Xigbar and Lexaeus shouldn't have been too far behind, and Larxene was supposed to be returning with Naminé.

Zexion wasn't sure if he had betrayed her or not... in one sense, he revealed her location to Larxene and Marluxia, and on the other, she would be much safer in Castle Oblivion than where Xehanort could easily find her. Xion had rejoined the Organization, which was beneficial for keeping Naminé in good spirits, while being kept in a place with two of the people she feared more than anyone else.

Zexion was leaning up against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest. They were supposed to be holding the meeting in the opulent Great Hall, with silver Organization symbols superimposed over black stained glass windows. There was a large, marble table in the center of the room, with fourteen chairs surrounding it. It appeared more comfortable and laid back than Where Nothing Gathers, but the room itself was just as imposing and intimidating as any room in the Castle that Never Was.

Zexion was the first to arrive, which he found rather pathetic. This was Marluxia's meeting, wasn't it? Where were the others?

... and where was Xion?

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Even though that soft voice had been but a gasp of surprise from the greeting that Xemnas had given her...and the question. The kind of wording that seemed almost sugar-coated like one of Marluxia's smiles or the cooing of Larxene...

No. This was Xemnas. He was the Superior, and he didn't torture or belittle her like the others had. She nodded shyly, but didn't say anything because she didn't quite know what to say, really...

...And then Xion said her name and moved towards her, soon in a position between her and Larxene. Namine felt a bit safer with the raven-haired girl around, and it showed by the slight straightening and relaxing of her posture; her head lifted and her eyes met the other girl's while a small smile graced her own face. "Xion...I-I'm glad you're okay as well."

She then paused as the calming, reassuring smile disappeared...and the girl's eyes--There was something lurking beneath the surface that Namine couldn't quite identify as something real, but she assumed it was from the Superiors...almost intimidating tactics and the tenseness in the room.

Instinctively, the blonde took a small step closer towards her sibling, not really knowing what emotion she was feeling because she felt like a ship on a stormy sea; so many emotions mixed together, like fear and worry and relief and...she didn't understand, and she wanted to try to, but she knew that the current time was not right.

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Zexion did not know fear, and as another founding member, he did, to a degree, trust Xemnas. He knew that this man in front of him was not an apparition, or Xehanort in disguise; this was Xemnas, the Xemnas, the man who founded Organization XIII with him, who helped raise him from a child along with Ansem the Wise and Even, and in a way, Zexion's second adoptive father. The Cloaked Schemer simply nodded at Xemnas' conspiratorial whisper, and watched as both the Superior and Xion turned away from him.

Naminé's appearance worried Zexion, to whatever degree Nobodies were capable of worrying. She didn't seem to be aware that it had to have been Zexion that sold her location out to Larxene, but it appeared that she understood that she was relatively safe now. It was impossible to reach Castle Oblivion without a Corridor of Darkness (or a Gummi Ship), meaning that Naminé was safe from most of the threats on Gaia. However... Xemnas had pointed out that Marluxia was not present. Marluxia had called this meeting, but now that Xemnas was here, it was almost as if the pink-haired Nobody was backing out. How bizarre.

"Naminé will be safe with us," Zexion said in his usual polite, optimistic manner. "It is impossible to reach Castle Oblivion or the World that Never Was without the use of a Gummi Ship or a Corridor of Darkness, and it will be impossible to trace her location due to her lack of a heart. Even if Xehanort or one of his newfound allies found her, it would be suicide to try to break into this castle with all of us here." Zexion folded his hands on the table, leaning his chin on his thumbs. "She could be quite useful as leverage in gaining Sora and Riku's aid against the new Heartless and Unversed threat." Zexion still did not know anything about the Unversed. If Vexen were still around, he would be useful in dissecting one.

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"And for the record, someone had to step up to leadership since you were too busy taking a vacation, Superior, so I wouldn't point fingers now that you suddenly decided to make an appearance," Larxene simmered, pupils pointedly staring at him. She had been inwardly and silently seething ever since the remarks about her were spoken, and while she tried to gain self-control, it was not working. How dare he! Yes, he was so much a better leader when he actually felt like turning up and preach to Kingdom Hearts as if it was his wife. And of course, Zexion and his never ending loyalty spilled out what they were conjuring up for Naminé without much thought. She huffed indignantly. How Xemnas had managed to come back was something she didn't care for anymore. Fact of the matter was that he was here. She was acutely aware that she should not have said anything, but she didn't fear him.

Noticing a slight movement around her, she was distracted momentarily from giving both Xemnas and Zexion a steeled gaze as she looked down, obviously not in one of her better moods. She became quickly uninterested when it was just the replica again, though something caught her attention. It takes one to spot one, and little Xion definitely had some glint behind her glance that propelled her to peer at her more than the usual five seconds. While she never wasted time on the puppet, she knew that she was such a sweet and kind diabetes inducing angel. It was all the same. Unless she chose to change on a whim, something was up. But truthfully, she didn't care. As long as it didn't affect her, it was none of her concern. She was irritated enough as it is with the current situation.