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Post by Vilicious on May 27, 2015 14:05:12 GMT -8
<Though it belongs to another, Silence will do for conversation and introduction.> In an afterthought to his disguise, he flicks a bandaged hand out of the new cloak to similarly create a mask: Solid black. A generic sleeping face. Simple.
<The reciprocal favor and its scale depend fully upon what services you require. Perhaps it even coincides with what is already in mind... as vague a goal though a country is.> Looking over the final piece of his costume with the attention of a designer as though he could see it, M turns briefly to the window overlooking the Fortress' entrance. Improvisation was not a strong suit of his, being the navi of his creator and someone more fit for a leadership and review role. This was an opportunity, however... and as he was once told, to pass an opportunity by was to tell death you were ready.
His already obscured face disappears beneath the void of the facade, turning the shadow of the hood into a pit. The little light that sees in catches only the vague contours of the nigh definition-less mask. Transformation complete, he angles the ensemble to Xion in both show and statement: "Silence" was ready.
<There is no hesitation in you to lead a relative unknown. Then there will be no hesitation on this end either, for whom intentions are much more transparent. Lead, then.>
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Post by Genesis on May 27, 2015 16:34:45 GMT -8
*Mind reading was a totally convenient ability. He hadn't known that Silence was taken, but as he said it would do. Xion cupped his chin with his left hand, nodding at the showing. He liked the new statement that the transformation gave off for sure. He felt like he was on the cusp of a discovery... ah, yes. That was why he had wanted to head back in the first place, crimson eyes showing the realization that dawned upon him.*
*Bringing back the removed one or making a new one. He would give them direction this time after making them. They could grow more as long as they stood united instead of turning against one another as they always did. They didn't need to be perfectly unified no, but having a common goal was a start besides his occasional need for wanton destruction. He had Toxin to thank for helping him tone down how much he needed on the regular to feed the addiction.*
"Once Jax shows up and we get the introductions out of the way, we'll make that country."
*He was in need of someone with a good head on their shoulders too. Though he had no hesitation leading, Xion wasn't ashamed to admit that there were some out there with a better head on their shoulders than his own. Listening to advice could be the difference between failure and success. After establishing the infrastructure and everything he could see about acquiring more land. There were several ample targets that were woefully ill prepared for attacks of opportunity.*
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Post by Unknown on May 28, 2015 13:05:15 GMT -8
Such... a meeting. A place so secluded, a group of such frightful power.
As they speak, the network begins to quake beneath them. Mildly at first, but soon with enough strength to make footing hard to keep. And then, as swiftly as it started, it's over.
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Post by Vilicious on May 28, 2015 14:25:06 GMT -8
At the first quake, 'Silence' flexes one foot to give himself some space from the ground and listens to the violence of the area around him. He continues levitating as it ends, then turns back to the window in mild anticipation. In 10 years he had made a habit of avoiding unfavorable situations but for one incident: Rammount. Even that was arguably a worthy place to insert himself into history.
There was no reason for increasing that number to two.
<...still to wait for Jax?> he asks. Inquisitive thoughts accompany the sending, mostly comprising of a list of possible events or active entities that could cause such a disturbance. None of his cold, mental, tendrils probe for answers.
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Post by Genesis on May 28, 2015 15:21:56 GMT -8
*A quake? And one that made him stagger a bit as it continued, regaining his footing. But it was much too short to have been a coincidence. Levitation was another useful thing he might add. But Silence's inquiry brought up a good point. He did remember that bit about good advice and better heads on some shoulders. No reason to take a risk they had no idea about.*
"He should be used to meeting spots changing for us. I'll just have to prod him in the right direction."
*Namely once they picked another area to meet back up at. Until then they could shoot into the breeze, so to say. For now, the Dark Citadel would do. Why he didn't leave the Undernet entirely was a few reasons he could come up with. Familiar with the turf, if things went wrong had a back up plan, the works. Plus the Citadel was the place of a semi-fond memory. Mostly sacrifices and such. Good times before that tragic ending. And so he slipped into the shadows, starting his move to the destination.*
{Location Change: Dark Citadel}
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Post by Unknown on May 28, 2015 15:50:51 GMT -8
Talk of relocating the meeting seems wiser by the second, as yet another quake rolls through the area like thunder, far more powerful than the previous. With this unnatural shaking comes a terrifying presence; someone is coming, someone of frightening power. Is this a being that those in its wake would want to meet? The choice would have to be made quickly... assuming they actually have a choice remaining.
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Post by Vilicious on May 28, 2015 16:11:42 GMT -8
...and the remaining figure considers the horizon and the pressure of whatever was approaching. He hears Xion's thoughts - The Dark Citadel - and for another moment hesitates as the new compatriot leaves. Arancione was fond of subtle intimidation and grand entrances... but he wouldn't be so late to his own taken abode. The timing was not off for the other, though their nature was such that this display would be unconventional.
M, as Silence, lost in thought, stares out the window at the abyss Nero had once made... and pivots midair to the chess board where he had been playing a game of years with the vampire. Arancione was cornered. His own position was potentially liable if the pin was seen. There was a single canny move left. M moves his Queen. Wind currents pass into the room and out again, leaving only the drapery to see the results.
On the board, nothing is mobile.
Stalemate, he hopes.
The move was rushed.
< M to: Dark Citadel? >
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Post by Raven8 on May 28, 2015 18:41:52 GMT -8
...and they were allowed to leave. Drawn by the collective darkness, the net-quake heralds the coming of a being of legend. Entering the castle is the cloaked form of the original Navi, the ultimate force of destruction, Forte. With a simple glance, he realizes that the black epicenter of this meeting, though rife with darkness, is not the source that he seeks. Giving acknowledgement to the choice to escape as both wise and pathetic, he neither locks those who drew him here in, nor pursues them to where they go. Instead, he turns away from the accursed ramparts of the fortress and departs, moving on to continue his search for power.
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