The Garden [completed]

[11deadlypetals.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Marluxia, Natalia, Timon, and Susan
Content: Three more notes fall into the hands of others
Setting: The streets of Paixao, various locations
Time: Week 13, Various times
Warnings: Plot!

To the streets again. The only announcement of the Nobody's presence was, perhaps, the sound of shuffling fabric or a few footsteps as he exited the darkness. Marluxia kept out of sight, scanning the crowd for signs of those not native to Paixao. All he needed to see was one, and even if one of the citizens were to reach the note first, it would at least attract the attention of some party of interest.

Three times Marluxia drew out a piece of paper and three times he let it loose into the crowd. The piece was never folded, allowing the writing or pictures (where there were some) to be visible to any who would notice.

And, the note delivered, the Graceful Assassin would turn back to the darkness to appear again sometime later in another location until all three were taken care of.

OOC Notes: Okay, this is gonna be set up kind of like a short version of a party thread. Comment in with your character finding the note whenever you're ready and I'll respond with the report. If you want to do a reaction post after that, go ahead. :|b

Comments

[mysterious-moi.livejournal.com]

Hm... That wasn't quite the response he was expecting. Then again, Timon seemed to already have a plan in mind. Perhaps he would see how that panned out instead. He... admittedly didn't have much of a plan beyond getting the information out to other people in the first place.

Vyers studied Timon for a bit before nodding, offering back the paper with a quiet sigh. "Very well. I suppose a short wait will do little harm," he decided. "I will keep quiet for now.'

[cowardly-hero.livejournal.com]

“Good.” He replied and took the paper from Vyers. From there he carefully folded it and tucked it under his collar for safe keeping, then climbed up onto the demon’s shoulder. He looked around briefly before speaking again. “Now let’s get out of here before anyone really notices us. The last thing we need is to draw more attention to ourselves.”

It may not have all made sense to the Dark Adnois but that was the least of Timon’s concerns. The man did not need to understand. If he did, he would realize just how scared the little meerkat was, something Timon was even less likely to admit than he (Vyers) the fact he had no plan. No, this seemed the safest route. The last thing he needed was another run in with the Organization, especially when the mere scrap of paper he had found that day was not the only thing he had accidentally found of theirs since his escape. With the new information he carried he had no desire to find out what they would do to him next.