The beginning...

[estaunsinterius.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Sephiroth, Resistance members
Content: The plot thickens!
Setting: An abandoned warehouse
Time: Midnight
Warnings: Plotting, cursing likely, fighting possible. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

The scene: A smallish empty warehouse, no larger than a hangar for a two-seat aircraft. Several small, empty crates, loose boards, and other such detritus have been arranged into passable, if slightly uncomfortable, seating. At the center of the room stands a small table with a projector, of the sort one might see in a classroom. There is a small bucket with many different colored markers sitting nearby, along with what looks to be a barstool.

Standing by that projector, waiting, Sephiroth watched the entrance. The windows had long since been covered, presumably by the gypsies, and there was a large screen at the open end of the room.

Gone was the easygoing man who had so easily handed over his sword at the fairground gate. There was nothing easy in the rigid military stance, the hard-set, glowing, glacial eyes, or that scowl. This was the precursor, if he was right, to war.

And a general is never easygoing in front of the troops.

A signal had been sent out to those he had spoken to, and those who were deemed trustworthy enough to know of this meeting. He was expecting quite an unique group, one which would necessarily be sworn to the highest secrecy.

There would, inevitably, be loose lips. He knew and expected this.

The question was, would his countermeasures be enough? There were four distinct seating areas, and... well, to say more would give away the game.

Sephiroth stood, and waited. The appointed hour drew near.

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[humaniste.livejournal.com]

Death, as a rule, was always very punctual. In his line of work, he needed to be. Today, however, he broke his own rules and arrived at the meeting place thirty minutes early. He too suspected that not all who arrived here would be coming with the best of intentions, and he intended to watch everybody who came in - he still didn't know the faces of all the Organization members, so if anybody came in lacking a name or a lifespan, he would know right away.

GOOD EVENING, he greeted Sephiroth. I TRUST WE ARE PREPARED.

[estaunsinterius.livejournal.com]

Ah, Death. Ever the punctual one. Well, in this case, -early-.

With a slight bow, Sephiroth greeted the dread spectre. "As much as we can be. The rest, I fear, depends on the efforts of others. I cannot move freely about with recruitment efforts and must therefor rely on selected agents."

Relaxing his stance to an aggressive parade rest, Sephiroth faced Death. "I fear that, before all is said and done, your services may be required. From what I understand, the foes we face are beyond the scope of most I have yet encountered."

For a man who said he feared so much, Sephiroth's voice was remarkably easy-going. "Have you told anyone of this meeting?" he asked, hoping that the answer would in fact be 'yes'.

[isaacmustdie.livejournal.com]

Karst's approach of the warehouse was more than wary-- it was completely untraceable. She often wandered Paixao's streets after dark, so this appeared to be only another nighttime jaunt, flitting up one street and down another, occassionally venturing into the abandoned buildings of the more run-down parts of town to scavenge, scythe in hand.

So anyone who actually managed to follow her looping, meandering journey tonight would only have seen her slip into another empty warehouse and left it at that.

"I'm here," she called softly, leaning her scythe against her shoulder and holding up her hands to show she had nothing else. "I am sorry I was so late, but I wanted to be sure I wasn't followed. Have you decided anything, Sephiroth? ... Death?"

[birddefender.livejournal.com]

The past few weeks had been a series of wandering, checking the journal system, and various odd job errands for both herself and townsfolk.

The ridiculously tall winged goddess ducked to get into the warehouse, promptly spreading the cloth she usually made use of as carry-all into a seat on the floor to accommodate for her height. "Greetings."

[withwingstofly.livejournal.com]

Setzer would have liked to make some sort of dramatic entrance to the little party - he'd always been one for a dramatic flair - but he figured that given the topic under discussion that probably wouldn't have been the best of ideas. After all, he had something of an idea of how these things worked thanks to long exposure to Locke and his fellows. So he settled for simply strolling nonchalantly into the abandoned warehouse.

But he'd leave the talking for later, although he did nod politely at those already gathered.

[kotetsu-blade.livejournal.com]

((Going to both both characters into one post here since it's easier))

Auron led the way to the warehouse, keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings to make sure that no one (aside from the summoner behind him) was following. He wondered just what kind of group was going to be in this meeting. Death would be, of course, as he was the one who had contacted him through the journals, and Auron had a feeling Sephiroth might make an appearance as well considering all that he knew of the Organization. As for everyone else... that was hard to say.

Braska, unlike Auron, was almost completely in the dark about what was going on. He'd been told that they were going to some sort of meeting, yes, and that the topic was something Auron was sure Braska would be interested in, but other than that, he knew nothing. Auron had said that it "wasn't safe to talk about this in the open." He'd asked Auron what he meant by that, but the man had simply shaken his head and walked off, not that Braska had expected him to do any different.

The duo entered the warehouse, Auron giving a short nod to those already inside before going to stand at the other side of the room. Braska simply looked around at the others. There were so few... Perhaps they had just come early? He himself gave a short bow before going over to Auron. Hopefully he'd get some answers now.

[amcgees-alice.livejournal.com]

Alice had thought the finding of the warehouse would be hard, but as usual she trusted in her instincts and they had led the way. Alice had no longer decided to keep the Vorpal blade at her boot. It now rested snugly at the top of her right arm, ready for deployment and wielding if necessary.

The last day had not been a good one for her. Between releasing a demon of some kind (and NOT the ones from her dice), losing the girl she had grown fond of and watching another girl get tortured, Alice found a steely feeling at the pit of her stomach. She had WARNED her, hadn't she, that rashly going to fight someone she had no previous knowledge of was foolish, and it had fallen on deft ears. Well there was nothing more she could do about that situation.

But now, she was getting the old feeling back. The feeling of the dark around her, of going for the weapon and making the kill of her killers. She hoped, of course, that this degree of violence could be avoided: people here tended to have weak stomachs.

Alice entered the warehouse and, upon seeing Death, curtsied. "It is good to see you again. I have come as requested."

[nun-with-guns.livejournal.com]

After wandering through back alleys for a solid fifteen minutes - it wasn't as though she'd ever been in this part of the city before, after all - Rosette finally managed to find the warehouse housing the meeting. Pushing the door open, she made sure Chrno was with her and entered.

And stared. There wasn't a single face here that she knew, and - was that the Grim Reaper? Seriously? Everybody else seemed to think it was normal enough - they were even talking with him, for goodness' sake - maybe he was...part of this whole thing? She didn't know, and at this point, she wasn't going to question it. Too much.

After several seconds of staring in complete shock at the walking talking skeleton, she snapped out of it and, finding Picchu, made her way across the warehouse to stand with her. It took her longer than it normally would have, she noted with dissatisfaction. She still hadn't gotten all her strength back yet. Hopefully it wouldn't matter as much here.

[fallenfromeden.livejournal.com]

Chrno stayed close - protectively so - to Rosette as they not only walked through the alley but also entered the room. The different people were confusing, but unsurprising. He didn't expect to see so many people, but the number was rather comforting. Death was noticed but wasn't regarded in the same way Rosette regarded him: Chrno was a demon, after all, and had encountered worse when he was working with Aion.

He pushed through the crowd after Rosette, determined to not lose her admist the people, which was difficult considering he was shorter than she was. "Rosette!" He exclaimed, reaching out to snag onto her arm gently, mainly to help keep tabs on her as they weaved through the crowd.

No way he was losing her again.

Once they found Picchu, Chrno let go, and resumed paying attention to his surroundings, keeping close tabs on Rosette in the process.

[estaunsinterius.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Okay folks. There's ten people in this thread now, and there's likely to be a couple more later on. I am officially invoking the Three Day rule. If the person before you has not posted within three days of the last post, you are cleared to skip them. If you give advance notice, you can have up to five days, after which you should pick up a little later in the same posting sequence if you want, or in the next round at your discretion. As it stands right now, the posting order is as follows: Sephiroth, Death, Karst, Picchu, Setzer, Auron/Braska, Alice, Rosette, and Chrno. Game on! ^_^;;; )

It was a good thing Sephiroth and Death had finished their discussion, apparently, because everyone started arriving not two minutes after they had finished. First was Karst, with her scythe and her overall near lack of clothing. Suppressing an insane urge to either taunt the Proxian or flirt with her - he wasn't sure which - he shook his head. "Nothing definite yet, I fear. An idea, but little more."

Next in was the insanely tall feathered goddess, Picchu. Hers was a simple greeting, and returned in kind with a slight bow. "Good evening, Picchu."

Next in was another man with silver hair. Sephiroth was forced to do a double take at this, perhaps out of expecting someone else - Kadaj, for example - to be under that hair. But no, he did not know this man. Setzer received a nod from Sephiroth as well, as the next pair made their way in.

The first he recognized as Auron, the one-eyed man with the absurdly large sword - not that his own Masamune wasn't, but these were completely different beasts. Following him was a man whose robes marked him as a mage of some sort, though Sephiroth could not place any of the symbology. Both of these gentlemen again warranted nods of recognition.

The warehouse was starting to fill up now, and there were still more to come. Next to enter was a pasty blond youth in a frumpy dress and apron combination that was only odd on closer inspection - the skull and symbols were a nice touch, as were the blade strapped to her arm and the rest of her accoutrements. Definitely one to watch out for, as she had the somewhat glazed look of some of ShinRa's finest.

Next in was... a nun. Odd, that. Increasingly so as he noticed that her habit was not quite normal. Nor was the dress under it. And the pair of handgun-filled holsters on her hips was decidedly not part of any religious order he had ever heard of, barring the Order of St. Ignatius the Defender. (Ask me about it later, it's a cross-canon joke.) This worthy received yet another nod of recognition from Sephiroth.

Her traveling companion, a shorter male with hair so black it was almost blue, a red cloak/coat and headband (it's difficult to tell from the pic and you don't have a description in your profile, might want to fix that), and what appeared at this range to be an otherwise black ensemble, barely even compared, though Sephiroth had a feeling there was much more to him than met the eye.

Well, there were certainly enough of them here. Nine individuals, not counting himself, who had some overwhelming reason to dislike the Organization. And there were more to come.

[estaunsinterius.livejournal.com]

Stepping to his makeshift podium, he flipped on the projector, which had several pictures. Faces for the most part, of twelve individuals. He waited a moment for everyone to look toward the screen - it shouldn't take long, considering that he had also killed the lights in the room - and looked up from the surface of the projector. "Some of you know me already. For the rest of you, I am General Sephiroth of SOLDIER, ShinRa Corporation's elite battle group. Most of you know why we are here. For those who don't, I offer this recap:

"Through whatever means, we have all been taken from our respective worlds and times and brought to this world. There is strong evidence to indicate these individuals," he gestured backwards toward the projected image, "of being responsible for this. Since our arrivals, many of us have experienced battle or worse at the hands of several of these people. These people, members of a group known as Organization XIII, seem to regard any life not their own as a plaything, something to be studied and then cast away. Life and limb have no consequence to them.

"Through the journals, message boards, and other means, my agents and I have gathered a reasonable amount of information about each of these individuals. There remain some large gaps, however. There are some among you who may be capable of filling some of those gaps - but do not feel yourselves forced to do so.

"Our captors seem to be a band of kidnappers and torture artists, among other things." He paused for a second there, to let all that sink in.

"The facade of a mayor they have posting on the message board claims that work is in progress to send us all home. I have watched these so-called work zones covertly. Work appears to be done, it's true, as long as you're watching. But when you turn away, things will have changed. It's subtle, but it's there. I've seen it with my own eyes."

(Sorry guys, had to break it in half to post. ^_^;;; )

[humaniste.livejournal.com]

Either their conversation had gone on longer than he'd thought, or others had had the same idea as Death and were arriving early. Either way, he'd not question it.

He nodded to Karst, leaving Sephiroth, who was obviously more familiar, to do the talking. He greeted Picchu with a solid GOOD EVENING, and Setzer, Auron, and - Braska? He must have been the friend Auron mentioned over the journals - with silent nods.

He found himself pleased to see Alice again. AND YOU, he replied. I HOPE YOU FIND THIS MEETING TO BE A GOOD USE OF YOUR TIME.

He was almost surprised to see the boy and girl enter after Alice. What made him look twice was not their names but their lifespans - the boy's seemed to be longer than that of near everybody in the room excepting Picchu and himself, and the girl's was...blurry, somehow, around the edges, as though it might change. He did recognize her name, however: "Rosette" had been on Timon's list of kidnapped people. Perhaps they wanted her because of the time anomaly?

Musing aside, he nodded both to her and her companion in greeting.

Taking his place against the wall of the warehouse, he kept the door in view and settled in for Sephiroth's presentation. None of this information was new to him, but hopefully those arriving would be able to provide in that respect.

[isaacmustdie.livejournal.com]

It was probably a good thing that Sephiroth had not hit on Karst. Regardless of giggly feelings whenever she saw him, she might have rewarded a flirt with a stinging rebuke, if not a slap or a fireball.

She recognized Death from the journals and had addressed him already. The bird-woman Picchu was vaguely familiar from their first meeting, and Karst greeted her entry with a halfhearted wave; the rest were strangers and thusly ignored.

Sephiroth began his presentation, and the young Proxian felt a bit of concern... self doubt, maybe. Of all those present, she probably knew the least of the Organization. For all she knew, she was the only one who hadn't met one of them personally. But these were the people who had trapped her here, her and so many others, and who might have captured some of the people she and Ivan had befriended, and who had DEFINITELY kidnapped a number of people-- including that demon lord Laharl, whom she'd imagined would be here because revenge would be pertinent to his interests... but that was beside the point. The point was that these people were responsible for trapping and hurting her and others, and that... unless they really and truly had a good reason, which Sephiroth indicated they did not... she could not forgive them for doing so.

[withwingstofly.livejournal.com]

A look at the assorted gathering of people - none of whom he had met before, save for Death - would have been enough to give Setzer some idea of just how far-reaching the arm of those they opposed was. Sephiroth's presentation only served to reinforce the idea. Kidnappers and torturers who seemed to have a disregard for life? This Organization seemed to sound more and more like either the Empire or Kefka the more he heard. Or worse, like what might happen if the two had been merged. And that was not a particularly encouraging thought. He didn't even have an airship to get away from it all this time. No, this time he'd have to put his trust in fate and the cards, not to mention this resistance if he wanted to get home.

And hopefully he'd still be all in one piece when he did finally get back.

[travelhymn.livejournal.com]

Duo slipped quietly into the warehouse, just in time to catch Sephiroth’s speech. He surveyed the number of people already present with some slight surprise—was he late?—before quickly taking in the rest of the room. After walking the streets of Paixao, where all the citizens looked so similar, the wide variety of individuals was somewhat startling. The group he had encountered when he first arrived, while diverse, hadn’t prepared him for this.

Of the crowd, he recognized only three faces—Sephiroth, Death, and Auron—but it was very clear that the first two were the head of the meeting. Duo carefully listened to Sephiroth’s words, despite his casual demeanor. Although he had acquired some information in their previous encounter, he still felt left in the dark about the true depth of the situation. It wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed; gathering information had always been second nature to him and not to have it in such a foreign place was rather…disquieting.

His personal ability to contribute information was unlikely at this point, but he still met this gathering with high expectations.

[kotetsu-blade.livejournal.com]

They really had just come early, Braska thought to himself. The group had gotten quite large.

Auron watched the presentation silently, looking to each face on the screen and memorizing it closely. Two he recognized from the journals: the blue-haired, yellow-eyed man from his first journal post, and the blond-haired, blue-eyed man with ear piercings from that one boy's journal.

Braska was more focused on the blue-haired man he'd met when he came into the city. He had been closer to danger than he had first imagined... So these people were the ones behind the kidnappings? And it was more than just kidnapping, too. He had no idea things were so complicated here. So this was what Auron wanted to show him. ...The man knew him too well.

Once he was sure he'd memorized the faces, Auron spoke up. "Do you have any information on their fighting styles?" he asked. They were fighting the Organization. The more he knew about the way they fought, the better the strategy he could come up with. His time in the Warrior Monks and all of the fighting against fiends as a guardian had given him some idea on how to deal with different attacks, whether his opponent relied on speed, raw power, or magic. Not to mention he'd learned firsthand that to go into a fight blindly was to risk death.

[cowardly-hero.livejournal.com]

Midnight. For most, it was fairly easy to estimate the time, even without a watch. But for Timon -who hardly even knew what a watch was-, it was as difficult as catching a tierdless insect, never resting to allow him to pounce. And this was only the begging, only the time to meet.

The instructions given by Death appeared so simple, yet actually following them was proving far the opposite. Midnight translated to the middle of the night, that much he could gather. Judging when that was however... According to the clocks, the meerkat had convinced his friend, Pumbaa , that they were to meet at ten in the evening. But truly it was a good thing they left early, the confusion in finding the said warehouse ate away much of their arrival time.

To begin, Timon was completely clueless as to what a warehouse was. Pumbaa appeared to have his own idea's, but as far as the redhead was concerned, they were ridiculous. 'A building, or a part of one, for the storage of goods.' No, that couldn't be it. They were looking for a warehouse: a worn down house.

Of course, as anyone could predict, the 'houses' north of Iriela Apartments were far from Timon's discription. The meerkat wasn't sure himself what to make of them. Or what one the meeting was being held in. Another chunk of their time was spent trying to gain entry to the warehouses (which they failed) before they found themselves before the last of them in the area.

Motioning for the warthog to raise his head, Timon reached for the doors handle. "Now this has gotta be it or else I'm gunna give that bag a bones a real piece of my mind for this little scavenger hunt."

He struggled with the handle, pausing to look down at Pumbaa for a moment. He knew they were late, but thanks to their early departure, not to late. Who else would there waiting for them? If they even waited. Probably not... How rude. The soft click of the door opening produced a smile across his lips.

"After you, mon ami." The meerkat said, gesturing to the crack produced for them to widen and to slip through.

[amcgees-alice.livejournal.com]

"I have no doubt that it will," Alice said, and was pleased to see that she was correct. With all these others gathering, the last thing it would be would be a waste of time. She regarded them all: the silver haired men, one of which had the definite look of a man of battle. Death, of course, looking as impassioned as ever. A nun of all things, though certainly no nun SHE had ever encountered.
Others that Alice had not had the pleasure of knowing, but was still all too happy to meet. Still, there were reasons to be reserved, and certainly she wanted to hear the thoughts of these others before she said anything. It was good to be an observer in this situation.

But, there were certain times to speak up.

"One has a basis of lightening attacks, along with a ferocity of speed. Also, they are capable of summoning minions at will, as I had seen on a rather random occasion. There is one that seems to be particularly cruel when it comes to choosing her targets. She seems to like the ones that are unable to defend themselves in a particular situation. A shame. I would have given her much sport."

[nun-with-guns.livejournal.com]

Rosette's eyes traveled to the projecter as the lights dimmed, stomach jerking and twisting itself into knots as she recognized two of the images projected. Them. They were the ones who...who...

Her hands had already balled into fists when Sephiroth started speaking. Words and phrases jumped out at her, ringing in her ears.
Battle or worse.
Some among you capable of filling in some of those gaps.
Kidnappers and torture artists.

Picchu had been right, this did involve her, whether she liked it or not. It wasn't until Sephiroth had finished speaking that she had realized she was shaking, if only slightly. Too many memories she didn't want. She was still scared.

Well, she'd be damned if she'd live like this. "I..." Her voice faltered, and she spoke up again, determined to get this out. "I'm one of the ones they took. I might be able to tell you a few things."

[warthogrhapsody.livejournal.com]

Pumbaa was kind of tired. They'd been searching and searching for this thing called a 'warehouse'. The warthog was still sure his idea was right, but, of course, Timon refused to believe him and they'd been checking everything Timon thought was right, instead of listening to him. Finally they were getting on the right track, but still had no succeeded in finding the right place.

Pumbaa watched eagerly as Timon tried the last door, and relief fell over him as it actually opened! Could it be they'd actually found the right place?

Spirits raised, Pumbaa slipped in through the door into the room. Wow, there were a lot of people here. "Uh, hi there, everyone! We're here!" the warthog greeted, cheerfully.

[fallenfromeden.livejournal.com]

Anger was invoked once Chrno realized what he was seeing, and his hand set gently on Rosette's shoulder, as if sensing her agitation. He frowned, not wanting Rosette to get into too many of those painful memories to reupset her, but if they're important...

He watched the pictures as they flickered by, face set into one of total determination.

[estaunsinterius.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth smiled inwardly. Good. She was willing to talk, even though the memories were obviously painful. That kind of strength was hard to find, especially among civilians.

"Rosette, isn't it? I would like a word with you after this meeting. You don't have to speak with me alone," he said, giving Chrno a knowing look. Those two were close, and he wasn't about to put either of them on guard by separating them.

The latest arrivals halted Sephiroth's thought processes for a moment. A pair of animals? -Talking- animals? He had seen some unusual things in his days, but this took the cake. And the fork too. He recognized one of them; the smaller one was Timon. Strange; he had expected someone a little more... well, -more-. The meerkat was positively tiny! And yet, this little animal was responsible for much of the information he had gathered...

Shaking it off, he shrugged internally. Big things come in small packages, sometimes. Unless Laharl and his entourage showed up, this was everyone he had expected; time to get down to the real business.

"If one of you would be so kind as to hand out these booklets, I have written out what information has been gathered about the individual members of Organization XIII. If any of you are incapable of reading, let me know after the presentation. What little information we have on their fighting styles is in these," he added, glancing to Auron.

While that was being done, Sephiroth surveyed his troops. They were all so young! And yet, had he been any different? ...Well, yes, to be honest. But that was beside the point.

Focusing his attention on Alice, he offered a slight smirk. "You would have given her a fight. And what would have happened when her allies arrived? Or when she teleported away from your attacks, only to strike you from afar with a bolt of lightning?" He was being slightly cruel, but he had to drive the point home. Single combat against these people was NOT an option for most of the people here. Even adept mages would have trouble fending off some of the attacks the members of this Organization were reportedly capable of.

Sephiroth clicked to the next slide, which had pictures of three different white creatures. Dragoon, Dusk, and Creeper Nobodies. "These seem to be their front-line troops, as well as their last-ditch defense and information gathering tools. It is unclear what they are - as far as I know, no one has managed to capture one to study its properties."

[humaniste.livejournal.com]

Death nodded in greeting to Timon, glad to see he had arrived but at the same time knowing that a verbal greeting would disrupt the meeting more than he intended. Quiet speech was unfortunately not one of Death's strengths.

And it seemed that Sephiroth would receive more of the information he was seeking through Rosette. Though he was no expert at reading emotions, even Death could tell she was upset. There must have been much more to the kidnappings than anybody who had not experienced them knew. Death was curious, but he knew Sephiroth would not keep the information from him. He was patient. He could wait.

He took a booklet as it was handed to him but didn't open it, opting instead to look over the next slide. He'd not seen any of the creatures depicted before, but so far as front-line troops went, he was certain he'd seen another creature to fall under that definition. THERE IS ANOTHER TYPE OF CREATURE I BELIEVE THEY USE, he stated. WE FIRST ENCOUNTERED THEM WHEN WE VENTURED OUTSIDE THE GATES. THEY, LIKE THE ORGANIZATION, LACKED NAMES AND LIFESPANS. HOWEVER, THEY DID NOT LOOK ANYTHING LIKE THESE. He studied the slide again. THEY WALKED - GLIDED - UPON TWO LEGS. AND THEY WERE PINK.

[withwingstofly.livejournal.com]

The more Setzer heard, the more he began to realize just what the odds were likely to be on this outcome. The stakes were high, it seemed - and the cards might not be with them this time. Of course, he wouldn't be able to say for sure which way the dice would fall without knowing more about the small gathering already.

The jack of spades to match the king of clubs, was it? Not a bad hand to start out with. But that alone wasn't enough to decide the match - not by a long shot. It would come down to what other cards the sides held in the end, and so far he hadn't heard anything that had implied that this Organization was likely to play by the rules.

[travelhymn.livejournal.com]

At Auron's question, Duo turned his eyes from the screen to the conversation. He briefly considered the response that the guardian had received, before quickly adjusting his attention to Rosette; her habit had already been noted with some surprise. He now found himself impressed by her willingness to press onward and, although he was not unfamiliar with cruelty, felt a sort of righteous anger on her behalf. It didn't matter that she was a complete stranger to him; he highly doubted she deserved to go through anything Sephiroth had described, regardless how vague.

His disgust was broken off at the entrance of a talking warthog and meerkat, the latter recalled namelessly from some time back. Either way, the cheeriness of the welcome threw his mood, possibly for the best. It was with some curiosity that he took one of the booklets the general had prepared, interested in hearing Alice's response to the rebuke. He knew the soldiers he had worked with back home hardly appreciated such things, whether the words were rightly or wrongly placed.

Returning his attention to the slides, Duo took a moment to fully weigh the images. His expression changed into one of surprise, able to readily identify the Nobodies, particularly the insignia they carried. Acknowledging Death's description, he spoke up. "I've seen those creatures before, in my own world."

[kotetsu-blade.livejournal.com]

Auron listened closely as his question was answered. A quick one with lightning, and all of them with the ability to summon creatures to aid them. He frowned as he heard Rosette speak. From the tone of her voice he could tell that the experience she had been horrible. This needed to be taken care of as quickly and efficiently as possible. He picked up one of the booklets with a return nod to Sephiroth, studying it over closely and filing the information away for later.

Braska, in the meantime, continued to watch Rosette, wondering what he could do to help the woman. Kidnapped and tortured... How terrible. He wondered if he could have helped if he had arrived just a little earlier. It was a foolish thought--he knew it was--but he just couldn't stand the thought of someone being in pain like she obviously was.

Any more thought along those lines was cut off with the entrance of two strange looking animals capable of speech. He had seen at least one of them on the journals, but the other he hadn't. They were part of this, too? How unlikely, and, as he thought about it more, amusing.

In fact, unlikely could be used to describe the entire group, he thought. All these different people, all from different worlds, all with seemingly nothing in common but a great dislike for this organization. It reminded him of his pilgrimage, in a way.

Both Auron and Braska listened to Death's words when he spoke (it was hard not to), and immediately turned to look at Duo when he spoke. He knew of these creatures? Good. Auron watched Duo expectantly, silently telling him to continue.

Braska wasn't so silent. "You have? Do you know what they are?"

[cowardly-hero.livejournal.com]

Timon had found himself more than surprised when greeting the group within the warehouse. He hadn't expected such a... Colourful crowd. He had imagined a much darker setting, people bearing great arms, wearing hoods to hide their identity. Oddly a thick fog, large fire, and practice of voodoo also existed in this mental image he had created earlier of the meeting, but he certainly wasn't about what he'd found. It was why the meerkat, without hesitation, shared his own words following shortly after Pumbaa's. "You can call off the search party now."

He felt as if he'd walked in at an awkward time, watching the reactions of the others present. Some acknowledged his presence, others didn't. But for once, that didn't bother him. They had been late and their attention was likely focused on some matter that had been brought up before he and Pumbaa had made their entrance.

The warthogs ears were given a light tug, Timon seated once again on Pumbaa's back to steer him toward Death, the being he was most familiar with in the warehouse. On the way, he found himself being hesitantly presented with one of the booklet the white haired man had spoken of. It enticed his curiosity as he opened it up, looking over the unfamiliar words written inside. It looked like they'd have to stay after to find out what it said, not being able to read and all, of course. For the time being, looking at the pictures would have to suffice.

Quickly climbing down onto his friends snout, the rodent flipped through the pages slowly while allowing Pumbaa to look at the images too. He tried his best to keep tuned in on the conversation being held, but he couldn't help but question what the 'leader', Sephiroth, was truly up to. The chance of him working with the mayor was still likely. He couldn't help but be suspicious.

"Boy, are these guys ugly." Timon commented quietly to the warthog, pointing to the picture of a Dusk in the booklet. "He could definitely use more sun."

[ooc: *fails at posting ^^'*]