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Character(s): Hades and party goers! A handful of natives, and later a crapton of Neoshadows.
Content: After the Doctor gets back from his trip to the church.
Setting: Ceu de Mouraria
Time: Evening; Week 2
Warnings: None at the moment. Will probably be later |D

OOC note (UPDATED): Okay, so, Hades has made his official introduction. Anyone that still wants to join is stuck outside (I’d like to think I gave folk plenty of time to join if they really wanted); characters can try to find a way in, but any doors are sealed shut and darkness is sort of flowing from them. Outside the main doors is a pair of panicky natives. Poor Paixaoans. Or whatever we call them.

Anyone who is still inside, you can’t get out ~~until Hades is satisfied~~ just like people can’t get in. The ones who are more the ‘lighthearted’ and ‘good’ guys are obviously the ones getting more attention from the Heartless. Though if others join in to attack than hey, fair game. Unless you reek of darkness and more powerful than them *cough*Rozalin*cough* Neoshadows are more intelligent, after all. ~~omg and they suck to fight, dammit CoM!~~

What can I say? Hades wanted a coliseum :| So I gave him one. :D;; Even if this isn’t quite the same. But ICly he has a goal in mind. *shrugs*

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Ceu de Mouraria seemed to be the perfect place to hold a party – at least, that was how Hades found it. All he really wanted was the space; the more guests, the better, eh? And by the sounds of things… he was attracting a decent turnout. He wondered how many of them really knew the event as a ‘trap’ and how many were just too damn naïve to keep up with the times. Either way, he didn’t mind too much, as long as they came.

Courtesy of the ever lovely and fascinating (oh, how she proved the easily changing allegiances people could have) Rosemary, secretary to Paixao’s former mayor, he enlisted more ‘help’ from the citizens that already worked at the opera house. They were the ones who stood outside, welcoming guests within – smiles and youthful faces as always – and moved around the inner parts of the venue offering drinks (alcoholic, of course) and small finger-food from a local café. Really, Hades might actually owe Rosemary a thanks or two.

And if asked about the drinks, whether or not they were poisonous, any of the citizens were willing to take a drink of one just to prove their safety. Hades wasn’t about to kill anyone, after all. He would play the ‘good’ host at least for now; let as many people in as possible, then make his grand appearance and let the real show begin.

He could hardly maintain his excitement.

Jazzy music filled the building, circling around and filtering out to welcome guests to the inside…

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Marluxia approached the entrance to the building at a rather slow pace. He was dressed nicely for the event, of course; after all, he was going to meet someone here. Of course, he couldn't look as though he were waiting--he wasn't supposed to know her. It was all happenstance, all a lucky coincidence.

He had to admit, whoever this group presumed themselves to be, they had an interesting way of making themselves known. He had to wonder if they were as subtle as they were showy.

Just what sort of trap did they have in store?

Larxene had arrived early but kept inconspicuous, watching people enter. She'd seen the keyblade master and that shopkeeper she'd heard talk of on the journals, but not much else yet. Of course it was a trap--maybe no one else would show? How boring.

Oh, but there was Marluxia. She flashed a quick, innocent-looking smile, but left it up to him to approach. After all, a gentleman should approach a lady.

And approach Marluxia did, returning her smile and taking a couple glasses from a passing server. He handed one of them to her. "Seems as though we're some of the first to arrive," he noted in a low voice.

"A fine place to have a party, don't you think?"

She nodded, replying to both questions, really, though the first one was the one that actually mattered. And she kept up her sweet smile, looking for all the world like an innocent woman who wandered into the party. She might even have passed for one of the citizens.

"Thank you," she said, accepting the glass. "It's nice to meet a gentleman here."

Her voice dropped so only he could hear her. "All the better for us to watch the door."

Marluxia scanned the party, taking notice of the shop owner, the Keyblade Master, and the man from the gate. There were a few familiar faces from the journals as well, but he had yet to speak with them personally--something that would change tonight?

"You're welcome," he replied with a small smile of his own. He took a drink, "I do only my best.

"So, when do you think this trap will be sprung?" Marluxia asked her, his voice lowering once again.

Larxene's eyes were focused on Sora for the most part--certainly things would heat up if he was around, and wouldn't that be fun?--but she did a sweep of the room even so, finding various toys of various levels of interest. She wondered if the meerkat would show, or perhaps Laharl. That would be even more fun.

"How kind," she said, and her smile took on a level of sarcasm that only Marluxia would really notice. "Your type is so few and far between."

She sipped at her drink. "I imagine after enough mice have gathered."

Marluxia nodded, wondering exactly how many mice it would take to trigger their hosts' trap, and what it was that would be used against them. Given their past, Marluxia would assume Heartless, especially due to those who had appeared within the city, but those were the only clues he had.

He disliked not knowing what he was up against.

"I wonder if they realize mice aren't the only things they've lured. I should hope they'll know at the end of this," he replied, a hint of irritation showing through in his voice.

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