http://alone-by-choice.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] alone-by-choice.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-02-12 04:04 am

Dark Summons [Completed]

Character(s): Ansem, Hojo, Vicious, Greed
Content: Ansem and friends abduct people to turn into Heartless.
Setting: Fortress of Darkniss, Paixao
Time: Tuesday night
Warnings: not yet



Perhaps he had been busy with his new guest longer than he'd thought. His little prince seemed to have wandered off. It was just as well; no doubt the work Ansem had to do this evening would bore him as well.

He thought he may as well start it.

Hojo sat in the corner near the mother computer, looking for all the world as if he'd fallen asleep with his eyes open. Fortunately, the first part of his plan did not require the stooge's assistance.

Ansem knelt on the floor and began to draw his casting circle, labeling the points with the appropriate sigils and incorporating the symbols of power as necessary. He would not have needed this power boost if he were not casting the summons over a distance, or if he were possessed of the full powers he'd had before his undoing by the Keyblade master. For now, it was necessary.

The circle complete, Ansem stood and concentrated, clasping his hands and closing his eyes to cast the summons like a great dark net over the city. It would not work on all minds, merely ones in a particularly suggestible state currently, ones more susceptible to the Darkness.

He did not need the entire population of the city, after all. Just enough to create a small militia would do.

Once the spell had been set in motion, there was little to do but put his servants in place and wait.

Speaking of which...

"Mr. Hojo. Your assistance."

[identity profile] walking-complex.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
Strange how Hojo didn't notice the bizarre ritual going on in the lab but did react when his name was called. How in the world did he manage to lose himself in thought so completely? As it was he sort of visibly jerked, snapping out of his thoughts unpleasantly abruptly.

"Hm?" He spun the chair around, standing once it was facing the majority of the room and walking over. He didn't even notice the circle until he'd gotten to it and when he did he tilted an eyebrow, moving to nudge at it with one foot. "...What is that?"

[identity profile] walking-complex.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
The fact that Hojo looked completely baffled at these instructions was probably not a surprise to Ansem, though he did have the presence of mind to look vaguely offended at the first statement.

It wasn't that he didn't understand the instructions. He understood them perfectly. It was that it shouldn't work. And he was being treated as if he were the stupid one. What in the world was Ansem up to?

Hojo took the two items in one hand, accessing the map in his journal with the other. He frowned.

"...The Vanaheim gate will take at least that long to reach, if not longer. Unless you have very fast transport for me I'm not going to be back in two hours."

[identity profile] shed-scarlet.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
By evening, Vicious had completed a survey of his new habitat and felt confident enough to handle tonight's main event. He made his way back to the lab unsure where Ansem wanted to meet with him or any details other than the very basics about the mission.

If he was lucky then Ansem would be there but if he wasn't then Hojo could be counted on for something to rough up for information. Thankfully, his employer was there in the labs working on something that appeared to be magic. If this had been another world he might not of believed in it but Paixao seemed full of the bizarre.

Completely out of the realm of experience, Vicious kept quiet and slipped into the lab closing the door behind. He took up a spot against a piece of equipment and out of the way of the chalk symbol drawn on the floor.

"Finally starting?"

He asked he obvious to simply make Ansem aware of his presence in a reasonably polite manner.

To Ansem

[identity profile] shed-scarlet.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Vicious shrugged. Ansem's comands were often direct and to the point. A good sign of leadership. It seemed to be a simple collection and Vicious would treat it as such.

"Pretty straight forward. I'll be fine."

[identity profile] walking-complex.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"..."

Hojo was completely speechless. Well, he did attempt to speak but he couldn't really manage to form words so he shut his mouth.

What. The. Hell.

[identity profile] pimpvest.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Silently, Greed walked into the lab chamber, his torso shielded in the shape of a body shirt, he had been lucky enough to find a pair of pants. He cleared his smug grin from across his face long enough to kneel before his master.

Seeing the bustle around him, the guardian raised his head only long enough to make a short inference, "We move today, Master?"

Re: To Greed

[identity profile] pimpvest.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Taking his master's gifts, Greed glanced at Vicious' new face, he looked like the kind of guy who got things done, Greed liked this guy's style. After all this body snatching was done with, he'd have to introduce himself.

Greed cracked his neck and began to sheild his body in it's entirety, the black shingled obsidian creeping down his arms and body and up his face.
Just before the ultimate sheild reached over his jawline, he amused himself outloud, "Alright boys, get your game faces on."

To Ansem and Greed

[identity profile] shed-scarlet.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
It was somehow surprising to the mercenary to see someone actually kneel to Ansem. Probably because in all likelihood. His employer would have to drag every part of him down just to get him to kneel. He raised a brow expressing some of his surprise at it. Another odd addition to an already weird party but this one at least..... seemed to be little more his type. Vicious gave him a small glance before checking to be sure that he had everything then stepped through the portal.

There was work to be done.