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Post by zexy on Apr 27, 2011 20:27:21 GMT -5
I wonder if any of them are here… the Cloak Schemer thought as he stepped out of the Corridor to Darkness and in front of the gate of Radiant Garden’s Castle, Hollow Bastion. Do they even come back to this place, I wonder? [/color] He ponders, folding his arms and placing his fingertips to his forehead, an almost automatic action for the bluish-gray haired youth. Hmph… Nevertheless, at least I can see if any of the records survived whoever took over this castle.
The Nobody unfolded his arms and continued on his way up to the castle doors. He was quite certain that the castle had be far since left abandoned, noting its state of disrepair and obviously lack of welcome… Then again, the Castle That Never Was wasn’t exactly too inviting either…
He shoved the large doors to the castle open with some difficulty, physical strength was never the petite scholar’s forte, but the large doors eventually did bid him welcome. His footsteps seem to be the only sound against the floor of the castle; it was just as empty as he thought it was. Well… there were some Heartless… the Nobody could hear them slinking in the darkness but they didn’t bother him. A quick inhalation of breath and a use of Scent Identification told the Nobody that his assumption was correct.
If my memory serves me correctly the Library should be here… Zexion approached a set of double doors on the left hand side of the large gothic foyer, pleased when they opened a lot easier then the last set he had tried to open.
Ah, books. The Cloaked Schemer was at home in a place like this. He could remember the times when he was a little boy, sneaking off into this room and reading volume upon volume without the true inhabits of the castle knowing he was there. Perhaps it was this that got him interested in illusion… but that was nothing for him to think of right now. He knew some of the reports Xemnas had written were in here somewhere, if they were still there that is.
So bluish-gray haired youth wandered from shelf to shelf, hoping to find at least something left over from the Organizations early days within the basement part of this castle.
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Post by Felix on Apr 28, 2011 10:03:52 GMT -5
Hollow Bastion… boy was there quite a history behind this castle. It was this very castle that Sora had done battle with Riku so long ago, where he had turned into a Heartless and saved his main squeeze Kairi. It was a castle that Ansem the Wise had once ruled, and had done staggering amounts of research on hearts. He had also had several apprentices that would later turn to nobodies due to Xehanort’s influence upon them, eventually betraying their king. So much more had happened at this castle, so much of it unknown and it was this sense of mystery that attracted a certain red-headed warrior.
“Y’know I’ve lived here all my life… but I’ve never been in that castle,” the freelancer said to himself as he proceeded toward the castle. Indeed, he had never visited the castle but even for a human with no sensing type of ability, he knew something was off about this castle. He had no evidence to back it up but the feeling in his gut told him that this castle would certainly hold dangerous inhabitants, whether they be Nobody or Heartless. Yet he only smirked at the prospect, making him even more excited to have finally had time off to explore such a potentially life-threatening place. Not only that, but Felix did fancy himself an intellectual despite his addiction to combat and was sure he could find something interesting in the castle even if he had no idea what it would pertain to.
“Although, I’d much rather be back in Tron’s world,” the freelancer mused as he had gotten to the first set of double doors to the castle and was a little surprised to see they were wide open. It was an odd sight to see since it would seem to indicate that somebody had come here rather recently, a place long thought abandoned. Not only that, but whoever had come here would have to be at least strong enough to deal with the occasional Heartless that would pop up on their way toward the castle. With that thought in mind, the freelancer hurried inside hearing footfalls inside the silent fortress.
‘Yeah there certainly is something in here… and I know Heartless wouldn’t need to open a door to get inside here,’ the crimson haired man commented mentally as he hugged the wall with his back. He peered over, catching a glimpse of the figure roaming the castle and instantly recognizing the black outfit he was wearing… those guys.
‘Heh and I’ve been wondering who the hell those guys were for quite some time now… maybe I can get some answers before he inevitably slinks into a portal of darkness,’ he thought as he followed behind the Nobody, trying to keep his own footfalls a bit more quiet to not alert him to his presence. He proceeded down the stairs, his thoughts now wandering to the oddly colored haired Nobody. Why was he inside this castle right now? Was he simply curious like the freelancer or did he have a greater purpose behind his visit? Was “black cloaks” the new fashion trend or was he part of an organization that had that as a uniform? What did he know about the Heartless and the Nobodies that plagued the worlds like swarms of locust? And most importantly of all… just how strong was he? Indeed, despite his craving for knowledge, the freelancer’s crave for a life or death battle was much stronger and the most important thing to him… well after money of course. Unfortunately this train of thoughts distracted him from an impeding danger… his path and the collision he’d have with an oak wood bookcase.
“Ow!” he grunted as he rubbed his forehead and cursed his carelessness… stealth was out of the question now. He cleared his throat nonchalantly as he quickly scanned the area for the Nobody, spotting him rather quickly and approaching him. A smirk curved against his lips and into a toothy grin as he extended his right hand for a shake.
“Hi, my name’s Felix Maximilian, #1 Freelancer with a 100% success rate… what’s your name?” he asked, his eyes staring as his opponent with that signature cocky look, “and more importantly… who do you work for mate?”
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Post by zexy on Apr 28, 2011 19:42:42 GMT -5
((OOC: Felix, I saw the word squeeze and remembered how much I LOVED your character ^.^))
There is someone in here with me…
The realization struck the Nobody when he smelt a faint hint of light within the oppressive darkness that was in the Library. He froze in his tracks, mind spinning slightly as it try to pinpoint the light… or the dark? The scent was both, an odd ying and yang sort of combination, a heart both blessed with light and plagued with darkness… and it was drawing nearer to Zexion.
His gloved hand tensed, ready to call Lexicon at any moment, as the Cloaked Schemer slowly turned around in a circle eyeing the surrounding area of the Library. Seeing nothing, Zexion shut his eyes to try to find out exactly where the scent was coming from.
BAM!!!
The Nobody jumped out of his skin at the racket of something… no someone, colliding with a bookshelf not to far from him. The surprised reaction had put Zexion’s back against the wall, but of course this was nothing but his bodies response to being shocked out of its… well… skin?
Regaining his composure, the petite scholar locked eyes with the figure that had banged into a bookshelf. Hair that somewhat reminded him of a particular firry member of his Organization but of a lighter more pinkish shade, the figure had turned towards him and was approaching fast. Wary, Zexion backed up a bit to keep his distances from the figure. There was obviously going to be an interaction, but Zexion was going to try his hardest to keep this from going to a fight. The late teenage male seemed to have seen his fair share of battles for his body looked pretty toned … and also because of his broken nose, noting the bandage that stretched across it. So it was settled then, the first chance he could get a clean break, he would disappear.
Kingdom Hearts knows why the heck this man even was in the castle…
With a hand extended he gave off his little speel of a speech, even more so reminding the Nobody youth of one particular member. Zexion looked down a the hand, a calloused one, no less, and then back up at the owner. “Who I am is of no importance to you. This castle is far too dangerous for some random wander, I suggest you leave at once.”
Of course, Zexion had to distract him, keep him focused on something else. If worse came to worse he’d throw up an illusion and run, but Zexion was no coward… just a man who knew what fights to pick and which to stay out of.
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Post by Felix on Apr 28, 2011 21:12:40 GMT -5
“Who I am is of no importance to you. This castle is far too dangerous for some random wander, I suggest you leave at once,” the scrawny looking kid replied, ignoring the extended hand and backing away from the freelancer. It was too soon to guess if this kid was shy or cautious but regardless the freelancer didn’t want to frighten someone who he wanted to be “friends” with. His shoulders shrugged lightly as his smirk was replaced with a warm smile, feeling that a more passive approach was needed for this opponent,
“Ah my apologies but my curiosity simply got the better of me. I’ve been living on this world for quite some time and not once had I visited this place so I figured I’d change that. As for the danger well…” the freelancer paused, pointing a thumb to his katana and then to the bandage on his nose covering up a cut from earlier, “I live for it and can more than take care of myself against a few Heartless or Nobodies. That aside, I’ve introduced myself so it’s only natural that you tell me your name at the very least… not doing so is just rude don’t cha think? And to the contrary, who you are and who you work for is VERY important to me,” the freelancer finished, swiping his thumb against the tip of his nose, a habit of his that wouldn’t quit. Regardless, he soon grabbed a random book from one of the shelves close by, his peripheral vision keeping sight of the Nobody at all times. While he found it unlikely that the Nobody would attack him of his own accord, he wasn’t about to let a potential client slip away without at least hearing his pitch and trying to negotiate. After all, even if he was working for Genesis at the moment, there was no telling when that might fall through, however it did, and having a backup job was always a good idea. This would explain his action of grabbing a book and pretending to skim through it, trying to make the cloaked figure feel a little more at ease. Indeed, if the freelancer had his hands preoccupied with a book, he wouldn’t be able to attack the Nobody that easily and having his hands out in the open instead of his pockets where he might be concealing a weapon also helped.
That noted, his eyes would travel to the man once more, his smile still present as he shut the book with both hands and let out a small hmph,
“Also, in case you’re wondering, I do have a few reasons as to why I asked for your name and well who you work for. First, that cloak of yours is something I’ve seen more than once and I find it pretty unlikely that people from different worlds, strong combatants at that, would all happen to have the same taste in fashion. That being noted, it’s pretty obvious that you work for some type of organization and I assume one that favors subtlety in how you operate in other worlds what with the black hoods and all. If that deduction of mine is correct, and you guys are on the side of “evil”, he paused momentarily to add finger quotes before continuing, “then surely you have a bountiful amount of cash and could probably use some help against all those pests that fight for “good”. As I stated earlier, I’m a freelancer and while I do have a full-time employer at the moment, I was curious as to whether my services would be desired at a later date?” he spieled, putting the book back on the shelf but none the less still keeping his eye on Zexion. He turned back around to face the man once more, a grin present on his face as he crossed his arms and leaned lightly against the bookcase behind him,
“Whatever it is you need me to do, whether it’s spying, negotiation, laundering, strategist, assassin, and so much more I can guarantee a 100% success rate assuming you pay the price so... whadda ya say?” the red-head asked, his arms still crossed to show he meant no harm toward the man and was simply offering his services. Although, even if the man did agree, Felix had many more questions to ask before he walked away from this deal… there were still too many unknowns for a good partnership.
‘And you’re going to tell me everything I want to know kid, whether it’s through simple questioning…’ he paused mentally, his eyes flashing for a moment at the mere thought of-, ‘or with a show of force,’
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Post by zexy on Apr 28, 2011 22:50:19 GMT -5
He talks too much…
That was apparent from the get-go. The moment Felix opened his mouth to say some sort of response, it was like a faucet was turned on, words poured down from his lips like a waterfall. True, the Cloaked Schemer had his fair share of soliloquies, mostly when he was trying to mess with someone’s mind, but this wasn’t intellectual speak… it was mindless ranting that could have been summed up in a few words. If Zexion had a heart, this is where he would be mostly annoyed and he was about to make that apparent.
“Perhaps I wasn’t clear.” Zexion said placing his fingertips against his forehead, feigning the annoyance to hopefully have some effect on the freelancer. “I meant for you to leave.”
The man had grabbed one of the tomes from the shelves and mindlessly was rifling through it almost completely ignoring the Nobody’s comment. Does he really expect me to tell him what he wants to know? Zexion was wary of the powerful freelancer and even though he was obviously doing nothing to be suspicious, Zexion was still uneased of his presences. Ocean blue eyes locked onto turquoise ones as the Felix let out a small “hmph” obviously his response to the statement the Organization XIII member had said.
Then he went on another rant.
So he has some inkling of what the Organization XIII is… Zexion’s brows knitted together as he heard the red head call them relatively evil. What a strange person… his only interest is in the money the Organization has?
He had shelved the book he was holding not that long ago and mentioned that he did just about every job under the sun and how it seemed highly likely he could do whatever they needed him to do AND that he was guaranteed to succeed. Zexion sort of liked the last part, but how was he to trust a man even if he could toy with the aspects of greed and keep the freelancer as a psychological puppet? No, it was like doing that to Axel, unpredictable and not concrete. The man had nothing substantial to offer, no knowledge or whereabouts of the other Organization members, nothing about how he might have come back to life… no, he was just a fighter looking for his vice.
But… even if he couldn’t get anything out of the man that was important, he could keep the man on his good side…
‘And you’re going to tell me everything I want to know kid, whether it’s through simple questioning… or with a show of force,’
That line made the Nobody’s blood run slightly colder. Ah so he does use that threatening air to his advantage… [/I] But not a single flicker of any emotion crossed the Schemer’s face with that comment.
“Your arrogance will get you nowhere.” he spoke up at last. “If you have seen some who where the same cloak as I, you must have some idea at what I’m capable of. Threatening me will prove to be your downfall. If you want information, you must have information to exchange. Your services are uninviting; I have no need for them.” The scholar stepped away from the freelancer obviously giving off the air of being bored with him. “Since you’ve made it clear that you aren’t leaving, unless you have something that holds my interest, then I will depart.
It was a buff, but a good one, Zexion knew easily that this man needed something from him, playing a card like he just did would get the red-haired fighter to spill everything he knows in a manner of minutes. Let’s hear that waterfall now. A smirk almost curled up on the edges of Zexion’s mouth, but he kept it down, no need to show his hand before he was ready.
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Post by Felix on Apr 29, 2011 11:49:23 GMT -5
‘Great… me and my big mouth,’ the freelancer thought as he had unintentionally SAID what he had intended to keep private concerning how he’d treat Zexion if he didn’t get what he wants. Understandably, the Nobody didn’t take kindly to it and while Felix did wish to give a smart-arse remark about him being arrogant (he was confident not cocky), he was trying to strike up business and sarcasm typically was not welcomed at an interview. And then he threatened to leave the castle, a statement the freelancer was displeased with… but not because he thought it was true. Indeed, if the Nobody were truly contemplating leaving, surely he would have opened one of those portals of Darkness and skedaddled. No what he was doing was bluffing, probably hoping that the freelancer was an idiot that couldn’t pick up on a bluff past a good poker face but Felix was far from stupid. Problem was, calling him on the bluff could insult the naïve kid and lead to a less favorable situation… although.
‘I am a ballsy guy… let’s bluff back’ the freelancer thought, his smirk not leaving his face as he quickly pulled his phone out. Before the Nobody could take more than three steps, his fingers went to work, going over to the Camera app on his phone and quickly snapping a picture of the Nobody from the side, a decent shot at his face and now the 2nd picture of his collection on the members of Organization XIII. He wasn’t sure how his opponent would react to this but Felix’s smirk twisted a bit upon snapping the picture.
“I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to this and you’d hire me easily but now I’ll show you what I got on you guys. With this photo, along with the several others I’ve gotten of you and your friends that I’ve been saving up on this little phone, I’m sure you can deduce what I could do with that kind of firepower. If you can’t I’ll lay it out for you and it involves revealing your operations on the Internet and easily informing EVERY warrior of Light of your organization’s existence. Thus far you guys have done a good job keeping things under wraps but the second these pictures hit the web, along with a little bit of photo editing and stretched tales, the naïve masses that fight for the Light will make it their goal to take you guys down. Needless to say, it’d probably be in your best interest to get these pictures out of my hands and I’m more than willing to delete them and the backups if you give me what I want,” the freelancer explained, flipping through a few of the pictures that he now had of Zexion and photos snapped of Larxene quickly such that Zexion couldn’t get too good a look but see them none the less before going to the main screen,
“And what I want is to know what you guys are up to and whether or not you seem like my kind of business partners. I don’t need all the nitty gritty details but if it puts my family at risk then I’ll have to pass on any offers made. I’ll do whatever is required unless the end goal is something that involves impeding on my family’s safety or privacy,” he added, showing a weakness to the Nobody to attempt to ease the tension that this threat of blackmail may have caused. Indeed, his family could be used as a bargaining chip if Zexion wished it, assuming he was able to find them and best Felix’s father in combat which the freelancer heavily doubted. None the less, it was a personal detail that people wouldn’t normally mention but if the red-head wanted the negotiations to proceed smoothly, he had to show he was in a position to be a thorn in the organization’s side, or a valuable and trustworthy asset if they hired him… and one that could also be blackmailed,
‘Now let’s see how you react to that buddy… flight or fight? This banter is pretty fun anyway so I certainly hope it’s the latter,’ the freelancer thought as his gaze stared back into the eyes of his opponent, not batting a lash and certainly showing that he meant business.
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Post by zexy on Apr 29, 2011 17:22:40 GMT -5
((OOC: Oh, poop. Felix USES ITALIC WITH YOUR THOUGHTS! -_- This way my tired brain doesn’t confuse ‘ ‘ with “ “ ok?))
The object Felix pulled out made the Nobody tense, purplish black magic appearing slightly as if to summon Lexicon to defend himself from an attack but… Startled Zexion edged backwards. A … phone…?[/i] It snapped a few pictures of him before he could protest and the freelancer went on another one of his rants.
The nerve… blackmail? Zexion’s face frowned in disapproval. “You threaten me as if it is I that will be doing the work.” he smirked “And who is to say that the pictures will even be believable? The Keyblade master saw most of us die in front of him! He won’t believe we are alive, won’t want too. So I believe your plan, just fell apart.” the Cloaked schemer waved a hand in the air “Now YOU tell me how you heard of us and how you came across those pictures of the other organization members. Maybe then I’ll give you information you so desire. As I said before, you must exchange information to get information.”
You think you can get into my mind then, do you? Zexion logical mind was being tested, something that he enjoyed… or he did when he could feel it. Their eyes locked again and it seemed like neither of them would move an inch. You want a battle of the mind then? You picked the wrong Organization member for that! [/I] and Zexion couldn’t help but have a smirk appear on his face.
Now this was the kinds of fights Zexion could win.
((OOC: Sorry for the shortness...))
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Post by Felix on Apr 29, 2011 19:02:19 GMT -5
“You threaten me as if it is I that will be doing the work. And who is to say that the pictures will even be believable? The Keyblade master saw most of us die in front of him! He won’t believe we are alive, won’t want too. So I believe your plan, just fell apart. Now YOU tell me how you heard of us and how you came across those pictures of the other organization members. Maybe then I’ll give you information you so desire. As I said before, you must exchange information to get information.” Zexion responded, the freelancer doing his best to hold back a chuckle... already this kid was cracking under the pressure of an interrogation. Indeed, within his statement he had already revealed sensitive information that Felix had had yet to confirm and did not see the fallacy in his own logic. Waving his right index finger disapprovingly, the freelancer shook his head lightly, that smirk on his face still present as if it were stuck there. "My plan has fallen apart? How so? I said I'd release them on the internet and while not every warrior of Light may have access to the internet, the general public sure does and rumors spread fast. Not only that, but when the rumors start spreading, surely other do-gooders will confirm the fact that you are indeed alive and kicking along with your other members. When this happens, you can bet that not only this Keyblade Master you're referring to will hear, but anyone else that wields one of those over-sized pieces of junk. When your organization becomes known to the general public you can bet your arse that the efforts to take you guys down will double and operating silently as you have been up to this point will become impossible," the freelancer shot back, a grin replacing that smirk as he chuckled lightly. He then walked slightly closer to the Nobody, slamming his hands on the table that was between them (makes it more dramatic ) as he continued this semi-bluff of his. "But do understand, I'd rather not the two of us have a distasteful business relationship, far from it. This was simply my own way of showing you what I am capable of if I put my mind to it, and to keep you from leaving since you have a pressing problem now," he paused, taking his hands off the table and shrugging his shoulders lightly before pulling out the chair at the table. He motioned with his hand and a smile for the emo-haired Nobody to sit but cared little if he did or not... it wasn't likely he'd leave at this point anyway, and he could relax a tad and kick his feet up on the table. 'Not as if I can't grab him if he tries to slip away anyway,' the freelancer quickly thought before continuing his earlier verbatim, "That being said, I can't tell you how I got the pictures, trade secret my friend and if I did then you could easily do it yourself and not need my services in such a way if you so desire. As for the exchange of information you keep insisting upon, I believe I've already given you quite a bit of info to chew on. I've told you who I am, last name included which could easily be a nice beginning to any research you may want to do on me. I've stated my occupation and what I'm capable of, and SHOWED you it as well even at the risk of my own life since you could attempt to attack me now and shut me up... although I wouldn't suggest that. Third, I've told you that I'd rather be a business associate rather than an enemy and by having me work for you would make it much easier to keep tabs on me than leaving me to my own devices ne?" the freelancer spieled, his feet now being removed from the table and falling back on the floor. He then put his hands on the table, pressing his fingers together as he released another light "hmph". "With all that noted... hiring me could easily solve that little Keyblader problem for ya since I hate them probably just as much as you do... and I won't rest until they're beaten down into the ground if I face one in combat," he added, extending his right hand across the table once more for a shake, "So for real this time... whadda ya say bub?"'Check and mate.'
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Post by zexy on Apr 30, 2011 10:58:17 GMT -5
He won’t give up will he? Zexion’s logic wasn’t all too flawed as the over zealous freelancer was making it out to be. True, the crimson head man had a point, no matter what the keyblade master thought of their pictures appearing, people would get suspicious of the cloak he bore. You are much smarter and quick witted then I though…[/I]. It was a ditch that Zexion had dug himself into… Refuse now and have to leave… probably not easily either, and risk the rest of the Organization, if any were out there, to be at death’s door… or take the troublesome freelancer’s offer and use him to his advantage…. At the price of some well placed thoughts.
When Felix slammed his hand down the Nobody’s face pulled into a scowl. The ditch was getting deeper, and Zexion was not too fond of it. It wasn’t ever day that he was outwitted… but then again it seemed a cause of “wrong place, wrong time”. Without the pictures the freelancer would have not tossed him in here and how was he to know the man had a camera phone? His own mind pacified that it wasn’t his fault all of this happened, the petite scholar listened to the rest of Felix’s rants.
He had kicked back in a chair now, talking about how he just really wants to be a business partner and how it would be a lot easier to have him under his thumb. That wasn’t what I meant by information… Zexion nearly rolled his eyes at the thought of knowing his was Felix Maximilian was information that rivaled knowing what the Organization XIII was.
The warrior slid his feet off the table and fixed him with a look that meant he was delivering the final lines of his speech.
Wait… did he just say he hated the Keyblade Wielders?[/I]
A hand slid across the table as the nearly shocked Nobody looked down at it. A heart with a glimpse of light and a bit of darkness… Easily manipulated with greed, hence the darkness, but light enough to play the spy on the light… And a grudge against the Keybalde Wielders? Have I… been a fool? Why in the world did I not see this before! [/I]
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts the Nobody extended his glove hand towards the others. Grasping it Zexion says “Felix Maximilian, I shall give you the information you so desire under one condition: You pledge that you will be loyal to the Organization XIII. You will not betray us to any side, whether light or darkness or some other, and for a… fee of course… you will do one task, one mission of the Organization’s choice… yet, you will only complete the mission if I so ask it of you. Do we have an understanding?”
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Post by Loomy on May 1, 2011 20:48:03 GMT -5
A third presence materialized with a soft shift in air current and a nigh-silent sound analogous to that of sand as it moves amidst shifting winds. Just out of view of the two men at the table, there seemed to be a thick smoke condensing into a humanoid figure. As she materialized, the shrouded ex-noble leaned forward precariously in disorientation as she silently touched the earth. Or, rather, the floor. Mirror-blue eyes dimly reflected the murky light which fell from overhead lights and windows about the room. Subconsciously, a small, gloved hand adjusted the hood which shaded her face.
"...When your organization becomes known to the general public you can bet your arse that the efforts to take you guys down will double and operating silently as you have been up to this point will become impossible,"
For a moment, the shrouded female paused, carefully leaning back onto the bookcase behind her to be certain that she was completely out of view. She did not wish to interrupt what seemed to be an important discussion. Or, rather, she didn't want to be caught eavesdropping.
"With all that noted... hiring me could easily solve that little Keyblader problem for ya since I hate them probably just as much as you do... and I won't rest until they're beaten down into the ground if I face one in combat. So for real this time... whadda ya say bub?"
With a short tilt of her head and an unseen raised brow, the figure took in what she had heard. It seemed as though this man was trying to contract someone else into a hit on a group of people.
“Felix Maximilian, I shall give you the information you so desire under one condition: You pledge that you will be loyal to the Organization XIII. You will not betray us to any side, whether light or darkness or some other, and for a… fee of course… you will do one task, one mission of the Organization’s choice… yet, you will only complete the mission if I so ask it of you. Do we have an understanding?”
This man was about to make the same mistake she had years ago. She stepped out from behind the bookshelf between herself and the conversing men.
"I hope neither of you gentlemen intended to do something rash this evening."
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Post by Felix on May 2, 2011 16:36:31 GMT -5
“Felix Maximilian, I shall give you the information you so desire under one condition: You pledge that you will be loyal to the Organization XIII. You will not betray us to any side, whether light or darkness or some other, and for a… fee of course… you will do one task, one mission of the Organization’s choice… yet, you will only complete the mission if I so ask it of you. Do we have an understanding?” the Nobody replied as he grasped Felix’s hand, the freelancer closing his eyes as he smiled and let his thoughts take over during the interval of time between Zexion’s reply and his own response.
‘Hmm… not quite as hook, line, and sinker as I was hoping but the situation is proceeding as I wanted it to. My “Joker” wild card seemed to work and got his attention and he hasn’t pushed any further upon the pictures. He seems to be trusting that I don’t distribute them seeing as that would quickly end our business relationship and he can probably guess that money is my primary motivator considering my actions up to this point. Yet now he’s hoping for a pledge of loyalty and I’m sure he’s testing how I answer to see if it lines up with the persona I’ve established thus far. Either that or is really is naïve and expects me to bark at his command but it’d be best not to underestimate him regardless of his earlier blunder. That being noted, I think it’s time to give him a response after this short pause,’ the freelancer mused, his lips parting as he began to speak his first word.
But before it could be uttered, an unwanted guest would suddenly appear, a presence Felix hadn’t heard approach prior to its appearance. Then she spoke, the voice having a higher pitch leading him to believe the stranger was a woman. But that was irrelevant at the moment, being able to get inside the room without making a sound was for more important and would imply she was either extremely stealthy (as her black clothing would imply as well) or had used some sort of ability to do so. If it was an ability, it could very well be a Corridor of Darkness that she had used but those always made noise when opened, albeit it a small amount. While it was possible that he had been engrossed in the negotiations enough to have missed that audible cue, Felix was still having a hard time believing as such seeing as very few individuals aside from those that were members of the organization used them. Considering her clothing, it was safe to assume she wasn’t part of the organization since it wasn’t uniform like the cloaks he had seen previously so that almost completely ruled out the possibility… yet.
‘I better be careful none the less,’ the freelancer thought as he rose from his chair, pointing his thumb at the stranger and looking over to Zexion,“I assume she isn’t with you right?” he asked, already well-aware of the answer. Regardless, with his hands up in the air defensively, attempting to show no ill will toward the new figure, he let his lips curve into a heart-warming smile as he neared her.
“Y’know it’s really rude to eavesdrop miss, and it could get you into trouble with any guy that isn’t a gentleman like me. While I can forgive you for the eavesdropping, interrupting business affairs is taboo for me and I’d like to humbly request that you leave the premises and forget what you’ve heard. After all we're both adults here and know exactly what we're getting into and don't need a mediator,” he started, his eyes narrowing as he continued, “if you don't leave I’m not sure what might happen to you seeing as my client does appreciate his privacy above all else,” he hinted toward the Nobody, a signal of sorts that he was willing to take care of the girl if asked. While Felix didn’t enjoy fighting women, business was business and perhaps defeating this curious stranger would suffice as a pledge of loyalty… hell it could even be fun.
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Post by zexy on May 5, 2011 18:14:22 GMT -5
Zexion was trying his hardest not to smirk as he continued to stare at Felix. Of course he never expected Felix to submit strait for his demands without some sort of argument… they were outrageously strait forth, something that should of sent warning bells off in the freelancers head… No, they were a test to see if Felix thought Zexion was a fool. True, his early lack of timing was still not working to his advantage, but the Nobody was determined to win the help of this Felix against the Keyblade masters with as little strings attached as possible. Loyalty would mean deleting those pictures. Loyalty would mean doing the dirty work for me. All for… a bit of manipulation, some easy information that I can keep at a bare minimum and… munny. How… how simple… The Nobody wanted to laugh outright at the man’s actions… He was in a hole now… a few more well-placed thoughts and the man would be under his belt, regardless of how he thought of Zexion, regardless of how well he could fight, regardless of what he has on the Organization. His hatred, his devotion, his greed and his passion… all pawns Zexion could easily use to his advantage. It might take patience, for chess was always a game of such quality, but he would have him. The man was a fighter with a silver tongue, but not an intellect. If Zexion played with his queen always covered, he would be sure to secure victory. It was a matter of letting him think he had his king…
A scent of light caused Zexion to know there was another figure in the room with them. This was only a spilt second before the figure spoke, for Zexion’s concentration was else where during her appearance. He turned to face the figure at the same time Felix had, almost thinking it was one of his own Organization members due to her cloak. But this notion was quickly abandoned for that was not the voice or appearance of one of his comrades and most certainly none of them had that smell of light to them.
The freelancer had stood up from his seated position and asked the very question just answered by Zexion’s though process. The Nobody shook his head, “She is not.” and with that Felix approached the women almost in a kind and welcoming manner.
Almost.
There went the redheaded fighter on another one of his little rants; dropping hints into his speech about moral lessons and manners more then a bug poison would drop flies. But what really got the Cloaked Schemer’s attention was his own presence being used as an insult. His schemes have no boundaries… do they? It was both a despicable trait and a noteworthy one… it meant that he would fight her to gain the Nobody’s trust but…
There was something about his quick-to-fight manner that unsettled the Nobody. Fingertips returned to the forehead of the petite scholar in an absentminded manner as he took in how much of a threat the women could be. She didn’t seem like much of one, judging her appearance but Zexion knew one should never read a book by it’s cover. He was guarded on how powerful she was but to have Felix attack her before he knew her purpose here in the castle was rash, just as the women had said.
“If you really wish to heed to my demands, Felix, you will step away from her.” Gloved hands dropped down to Zexion’s side “But he is right, miss, I do not take kindly to others knowing my plans. I’m not a man of violence, or one who acts before he thinks; therefore I will not attack you. Yet I suggest that you leave here at once, or the best course of action would entitle Felix here removing you by force.”
((OOC: Pfft… the beginning sounds better then the end))
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Loomy
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Post by Loomy on May 8, 2011 21:58:03 GMT -5
For a moment, as the redheaded man stood slowly, the shrouded woman felt her defenses rise.
“I assume she isn’t with you right?”
“She is not.”
She crossed her arms and took on a stance that stated clearly that she didn’t intend to leave.
“Y’know it’s really rude to eavesdrop miss, and it could get you into trouble with any guy that isn’t a gentleman like me. While I can forgive you for the eavesdropping, interrupting business affairs is taboo for me and I’d like to humbly request that you leave the premises and forget what you’ve heard. After all we're both adults here and know exactly what we're getting into and don't need a mediator.” A short scoff that could almost pass for a laugh fell from the woman’s lips.
“Adults? You claim to be adults?” She took a few bold steps toward the pair, body language practically screaming confidence in her righteousness.
“No grown man or woman truly believes the only answer to hatred or competition or anything of the sort is death. What you are attempting to do here today is childish and altogether stupid. Espescially you,” she began, gesturing to the man who spoke too much. ”Trying to convince a boy to sell his soul through a mediator.”
”If you don't leave I’m not sure what might happen to you seeing as my client does appreciate his privacy above all else.”
The woman’s confidence failed her for a moment, and she shrunk away, however slightly, from the firey-haired man until the smaller man-- boy spoke.
“If you really wish to heed to my demands, Felix, you will step away from her... But he is right, miss, I do not take kindly to others knowing my plans. I’m not a man of violence, or one who acts before he thinks; therefore I will not attack you. Yet I suggest that you leave here at once, or the best course of action would entitle Felix here removing you by force.”
I will not leave knowing your plans. In fact, considering I made the same mistake years ago, I’m going to have to try to convince you against this.
She straightened up and held her head high with her shoulders back, nonchalantly revealing a leather tome of spells.
“If you try to remove me by force, I will be forced to fight back. I dislike violence, myself, truth be told, so I rather hope you will have enough decency not to use it.
As an afterthought, the woman added “I suppose that you, mister Maximillian, realize that attacking a lady for any reason whatsoever renounces all claims you have on being a gentleman.
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Post by Felix on May 9, 2011 13:35:06 GMT -5
Many words were spoke after Felix’s warning, most of it self-righteous garbage but a specific set of words that actually mattered to him were the ones that came from Zexion. Indeed, it seemed that he didn’t want the freelancer to attack the woman that had suddenly appeared, an order that the freelancer was heavily considering defying. After all, Felix was still the one with the upper-hand, the incriminating photos he had being more than enough to cause Organization XIII problems, and Zexion seemed to forget what type of position he was in. Indeed, the freelancer was in control and until those pictures were wiped from existence, Zexion would have to keep that in mind. With that thought in mind, the red-head began to turn his head toward Zexion, a reply ready to be spoken but once again the increasingly vexing woman opened her mouth. She was very adamant about staying and was now willing to fight, a notion not missed by the battle thirsty red-head. The very words had almost made him attack immediately, now surely being in a position to attack without mercy. Yet his urge to give a snarky reply to her earlier statements held him back, a smirk curving against his lips as he began to speak.
“Y’know it’s really interesting how so many people like to spout off self-righteous bull nowadays. You insist that what I’m doing is wrong with no knowledge on the circumstances that I base my decisions upon for it’s a lot easier to justify your own actions as such. You have no knowledge of my past or what those with keyblades have done to my family or I, nor consider the possibility that perhaps I’m doing such things because I need the money and have no other choice. Perhaps I have a mother with a debilitating illness that requires 24/7 monitoring and has medical costs an exceedingly high amount because she has no health insurance. That being noted, I’d appreciate it if you shut your mouth and stop acting as if you know everything about the situation. Unless of course you just happen to have the uncanny ability to determine all these types of details within 45 seconds of meeting someone and are still able to make that rash judgment, then by all means do so,” the freelancer spat, his angry getting the better of him during his little speech and revealing a little more than intended. Indeed, if there was one thing that pissed this red-headed warrior off more than anything, it was ignorant people’s ability to judge someone immediately upon meeting. His fists were clenched tightly as he turned his back, teeth gritted as he exhaled deeply in an attempt to calm down. It wasn’t working all that well and he soon threw a shelved book at the chandelier a few feet to their right. The sound of shattering glass filled the room, surely something that the average person would look toward upon hearing… and that’s what Felix was hoping for. Suddenly, Felix’s lower body would shift, turning 90 degrees as his right leg bent as he lifted it off the ground, his right foot intending to plant itself in the woman’s stomach. To make matters worse, Felix would activate Lightning Manipulator as the foot would near its target, an attempt to shock the woman’s brain and give her little chance to counter attack if hit. All the while though, the freelancer had just one thought in mind… did she buy his sob story?
While the anger earlier displayed was legitimate, the story the freelancer had given was far from the truth. His hatred for those that wielded keyblades was not related to anything they did to his family, nor did he have any hospital bills that he had to pay. It was all a ruse in order to make use of an old trick practiced by magicians for centuries, misdirection. Indeed if his story was taken seriously, it was quite likely some attention that the cloaked figure was putting toward the possibility of battle would be averted. This attention could also be further divided when he had flung the book at the chandelier, shattering a few bulbs upon it and causing quite a ruckus that most people would immediately look toward as a natural reaction. Regardless of whether his trick worked or not, the kick would be sent all the same and would easily topple the bookcases over if the woman was hit and slammed against the shelves. If successful, the freelancer would continue his assault, attempting to put his opponent into a guillotine and choke her till her consciousness faded and take advantage of his Lightning Manipulator, a constant grip on her insuring that her brain would receive several shocks… perhaps enough to make her forget about the entire ordeal.
“Perhaps what you said about being a gentleman is true but... I’m a business man first and a gentleman second… I’m going green after all,” he would taunt regardless of the success of his attacks, a smirk curving against his lips immediately after the words left his lips.
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Post by zexy on May 19, 2011 17:58:30 GMT -5
A… book?[/I] The tome the women revealed nonchalantly caught Zexion’s attention. He had yet to meet another who’s weapon, for the phrase about fighting back obviously brought the attention to the fact that she used it to fight, was a book like his own. That meant the women must be blessed with the same knowledge as him… or have extraordinary powers. Either way… her appearance and the book lead Zexion to believe that she might be valuable after all… Or at least valuable enough to ask a few questions while she was still conscious.
Felix ran his mouth again, with another sharp, rash and downright stupid reply to the woman. He talked about the possibility of having a mother whom he needs to take care of and whatnot, a notion that Zexion basically snorted outright at. “If anyone is making a rash judgment here, Felix, it’s you.” But his speech didn’t help the matter. The angered freelancer took a book from one of the shelves and chucked it up at the chandelier that hung over heard. Started, the Nobody, back away a few inches, reflexively summoning his Lexicon to his arms. Looking up to make sure the object didn’t come crashing Phantom of the Opera style on their heads, he heard the sound of crackling Lighting and saw Felix flying at the women. The one he didn’t want to get hit! “DUCK!” he screamed, hoping the women’s reflexes were fast enough to get her out of trouble.
Now his face obviously frowning in reaction to his plan going awry by the rash red-head. He wasn’t going to let Felix get away with pounding the women until she passed out… and as much as he didn’t like it, action was the fastest and only way that Felix was going to stop at this point, his quick logical mind told him that. Since the Freelancer was more intent on hurting the women, and probably didn’t think the Nobody was capable of such guts, he most likely would have had the element of surprise… So with a quick grimace, Zexion ran at the Freelancer, hopefully sliding his arm across the collarbone of his almost ally, pulling him into a sort of choking hold. Then, if he secured a grip, his Lexicon would glow and create a mini sphere to appear around Felix and the Cloaked Schemer, slowly sucking the Energy out of the man. Zexion would continue to use Dark Punisher until he felt Felix to slump forward, drained enough to be incapable of fighting. Only then would he step away and check on the condition of the other women.
Thought if this was an unsuccessful attack… the petite scholar might have just jeopardized everything.
~~~ Dark Punisher: Zexion grabs the target from behind creating a close range sphere that sucks the energy out of the target
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