Stranger Lies [Active]

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Character(s): The Lone Power, Zetsu, Xaldin, V and Rozalin
Content: Two amnesiac villains meet a rather...exotic crowd and have no idea what the hell's going on.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: mid-to-late morning
Warnings: two amnesiacs, an organization member, and god knows what else? Who knows. Possible: swearing, violence(?), and mind games


You can call it a bad morning when you wake up outside and spend the first few hours of it with a hangover with no known source and no idea where you are nor who you are and wander around in circles. The Lone Power glared at the gates. He was back at the same gates for the second or third time in the past couple hours. At least now the hangover was going away…or maybe that was just his frustration wiping it out. The Lone Power sat down near the gate and glared at the electronic device in his hands before banging on the keys in frustration, a determined scowl at it as he set about trying to figure out what to do with it. The only thing on his mind was that he was going to get it to work on his own without help. There was no way in hell he was asking for help.

The Lone Power focused intently on the journal in front of him, pushing away the feelings of intense discomfort at the city as a whole... This place had him feeling trapped, though he couldn't exactly tell completely why.

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Perhaps it was true what they said about being able to attract more flies with honey than with vinegar, but Xaldin would rather use poison than either of those. Even he wasn't foolish enough to approach a group like this aggressively. Before he moved to intercept the group, his journal beeped out a warning - a message from the Superior. He checked the edict and scowled. Demyx was right, and that irked the wind user considerably.

Even so, a command was a command. Xaldin's cloak evaporated, leaving him wearing the black tunic and pants he wore beneath. It wasn't much of a change, perhaps, but it would at least dissociate him with the black cloak mentality that pervaded the city of late. With that - and the Superior's admonition to keep the carnage down - he plastered a smile that looked more like a grimace on his face and made his move toward the group.

He realized even as he did that he wasn't cut out to be the cheerful greeter. He dropped the smile almost as quickly as he'd pasted it on, letting his martial bearing convey that he was perhaps a personage of importance to the city. The scantilly clad female with the wings could prove troublesome, but the rest seemed casual enough - indeed, two of them seemed to be suffering the same sort of amnesia that had plagued others recently. Xaldin had his suspicions as to its source, though he would not voice them till he had more proof.

His tone patronizing, he addressed the female first. "None of you were 'summoned' here, at least not purposely. If you would take the time to read the pamphlets that accompany the journal you were presented at the gate, you would know that this city acts as a vortex."

The plant-person, the first living greenery Xaldin had seen within the dome in all his time there, seemed lost as much as the man in the business suit. He could guess - could sense - that both wielded considerable power, or would once their memories returned. But neither held a candle to the female's inner strength. This could prove interesting.

Interesting indeed, he thought as he cast a glance in the direction of the masked human whose mind was so chaotic.