Post by eleven on Jul 15, 2010 2:58:34 GMT -5
Username: eleven
Canons you own:
Link to RP thread: Canon drive!
Audition:
Canons you own:
Link to RP thread: Canon drive!
Audition:
In silence the white room sat, undisturbed by the clanging of weapons, speech and threats cast by the empty, the nothing. It was like this for several moments until it was no longer placid, for the ripples of sound had just ruined the deaf solitude. Quickly dark vines erupted from a spot near the door that led to the descending of floors below, and that which followed was an obtuse circle of pure blackness. Just as quickly had they arrived, and reached the peaked height of the figure that had used it, it returned to nothingness in a reverse of how it had arrived. Left standing in the wake of the Corridor was an individual in a black cloak, who had no words to speak to an empty room, as he had silent thoughts for himself..
From underneath the darkness of the hood he wore, Marluxia looked about the place he now stood in with a mild imitation of displeasure. The plan was no more and naught but ash at his feet, in a metaphorical sense that is. He could reformulate, and attempt once more to gain power over Xemnas and the other senior members, but first he would need information. Marluxia knew, as well as any other member of Organization XIII that information was above any resource that he could possess. Without it, he would be blind in the dark and unable to move forward with anything. He slowly placed a gloved hand to where his heart would be, slightly touching his chest before letting it fall back to his side.
"Are you listening Sora? Axel says he's willing to harm Namine to get to me..., you won't let that happen will you?"
Within his head, it was as if the words he had spoken reverberated off the very walls within the room from his mind. More clear than any glass he had ever set eyes upon. His bright blue eyes looked around the room from underneath his hood with an imitation of disgust imprinted upon his face. Everything had gone wrong so quickly, and yet he admired the beauty in how things fell apart. As much as it hurt, if he could that was, he admitted to himself in silence that he had not seen a flaw in his plan. The denouement that took place was entirely unpredictable. His hand tightened into a fist, causing a faint noise of something being stretched to emit from his gloves.
It was useless to dwell on the past, and to stand here mocking the memories of his emotions. He released his fingers into relaxation, and looked up to see the giant, crystal sphere that the Lord of the Castle would use to look throughout the fortress. He stepped forward to see if he was able to use it again. Not because of curiosity that he did so, but rather that he demanded its use at the moment. Marluxia was the Lord, and he alone could activate the sphere for its sight. However as his gloved hand came close enough to it, a single image faded slowly into view within the depths of the looking glass. His brow became furrowed as he set eyes upon a collection of ice before him, and several Dusks wandering through the castle with mops of all things. If he could feel anything, Marluxia was certain beyond a doubt now that he would have been livid beyond his normal mannerism.
Xemnas had handed over the castle to Vexen of all people! "So, the Superior has placed you, out of all the members, to watch over this beautiful sanctum in my place?" he spoke, letting his face of anger become a vicious smirk in the process. He let out a shell of a chuckle, as he slowly closed his eyes to imagine the pathetic scientist before him. They then snapped back open, so that he could glimpse again at the ice before him within the sphere. "Very well Vexen. Having you executed a second time would be most fitting for me to reclaim this castle...and this time I shall do it myself."
No doubt others would sense his return, and flock to this room as if they had an obligation to ridicule and demean him, purely out of either boredom or instinct. He expected it from the likes of Vexen, for how could the spineless coward not pass up an attempt to put Number Eleven in his place? However he would not wait forever to be informed of the current situation, No, Marluxia could think of better things to do than stand here, and so he began to walk towards the other end of the room; his boots letting out a resonating click into the room with each step he took
