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[Castle Oblivion : Common Room]

The drow made a subtle gesture of acknowledgment to Vereor's order, but stopped himself and nodded slightly instead. He had been doing a hand signal, a form of communication the drow often employed in their day to day business when subtlety was needed- which was always. There was no way Vereor would be familiar with such a thing, and Zekvyr found, to his disgust, that he had actually been thinking of the man as an equal.

Virtually ignoring everyone else in the room, the deadly creature abandoned his place next to the cabinet and approached Zigmund, stopping a respectable distance in front of him. Of course, in the drow's mind it wasn't 'respect' that dictated the distance, but other, more practical reasons. In fact, Zekvyr's eyes as he considered Zigmund held a disturbing lack of respect at all, a lack of anything normal. There was no warmth to be found in them, no welcome. Despite his diminutive stature and lithe frame, Zekvyr was obviously not one to be taken lightly.

"Follow me," he said, turning and simply walking out the Common's door.

Zigmund

Castle Oblivion

Zigmund eyed the departing elf with suspicion. Given what was said earlier, the diminutive creature seemed to be trying to show him the castle's labs. "Yeah, like that's all this man wants." he thought. Zigmund was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them, and his survival instincts were telling him that this guy was the last person in the universe you'd want to go off alone with in a labyrinthine castle.

None the less, he was going to need to find out about the other members eventually. Both to get a feel for the Conclave's workings and to form...well, he called them contingency plans, in case things ever got bad.

"Better sooner then later I always say" he thought as he got up to leave.

" Wait, no. " he bitterly corrected himself "I never said that. That idiot did. Dammit, I'm relapsing traits again. "

With that dark thought, Zigmund left the room uttering one quick message.

"Oh, thanks for the tea Vereor. It was a nice pick-me-up."

They were a bunch of amoral, twisted psychopaths, true. But hey, that was no excuse to be rude.

+Saito+

[How can one possess the Heart of the sword, When one does not have a heart...?]

{Castle Oblivion : Oath of Affliction -> Commons Area}

Saito seemed to consider Vereor's words for a moment, trying to decide which he would prefer. The one thing he was fond of wearing back before the world had been destroyed was the signet ring that bared the mark of his family. The same symbol that now resided above the door to his room.

"I believe a ring would be the best choice...."

He said to Vereor and as soon as he did the Nobody vanished into a corridor of darkness. Something the ronin had not fully grasped the concept of doing yet. He would have to work on that. He then retraced the steps they had taken and ended up back in the Commons Area. He looked around at the faces, all of which were still more than less unfamiliar. Though his eyes narrowed at Haruko, the one who had called him "Fresh Meat" when he had first arrived. Something that the former samurai did not appreciate in any respect. He would teach her a lesson for her assumption. He walked up to stand before her, his eyes staring directly into her's so there could be no doubt about who his words were intended for.

"You're the one who called me "fresh meat" when I first arrived yes? Pretty big assumption. Do you care to try and back it up in a duel against me?"

[*~Youni~*]

"...."

[Youni: Merlins House]

....Everything started with nothing.

and things moved with no sense ....

.... the presence of many buffering against it

.... imprinting what was missing.

The androgynous albino looked across at the stranger in Merlins home with the same inquisitive yet blank stare she had given everyone else up to this point. From top to bottom, her gaze slowly flowed, taking in everything one careful observation at a time. Clarifying everything from facial features, to physical stature, to the color of his shoes that poked our from beneath his mage robe.
He reminded Youni of the game board back in Cid's living quarters of his shop. He was a spiralling mesh of white and black, mesmerizing, if she was someone who could be mesmerized. His eye color reminded her of Faust, red in color.

Remember- Red does not mean his eyes are bleeding.

His hair was shoulder length and it's purple hues reflected the light oddly. Like a purple prism.
In comparison their physical stature wasn't too different, only he was taller. And lacked the defining features that made his body female. So he had to be male- her mind concluded.
She eventually sat down she was directly across from him. Her mismatched eyes bore into him non threateningly, but disturbingly in comparison to the norm for people. when he spoke, though little, she tilted her head to one side slightly as she took in the tonality of his voice as well, committing it to memory along with everyone else. It was quiet, timid, like some frightened creature. His own deminer(sp?) reminded Youni of this animal, Aerith described as a cat- how it pressed it's body against the wall it's eyes wide and fearful. This human reminded of that creature.
Is that it, was he afraid of something?
She looked around, but saw only they were the ones in the room- which could only conclude-
"Are you afraid of us?" she asked bluntly- openly, and interruptive in her monotone voice, finally looking back at him after seeing it HAD to be them, there was no one else here- unless perhaps it was something in Merlins house that was making the young man talk like that.
Solaris would soon discover that normal social cues were not possible with this 'girl', tactfulness was a luxury she needed to learn, so for now, she was not hesitant to blurt out her uncomfortable questions without restraint. Aerith was obviously trying to curb this trait in her, and it was started to take root, but at times like these... it was hard for Youni to grasp the idea of restraint.

[ Ϩ Ѳ Ʀ ¥ Ʉ ϑ Ʉ ]

{Ignorance is bliss... until reality throws a Heartless siege at you.}

[Traverse Town : Second District Cafe]

Soryuju had prepared for a longer sparring, had dropped into his normal stance, when his dueling partner suddenly called it off; he'd seen what he needed to and claimed they were evenly matched with the set conditions. Soryuju agreed; the child- no, the warrior before him was definitely well trained. And when one included specialties and abilities, he may have been a more powerful knight than the blond. Standing, he bowed lightly.

"Thank you, Shugotenshi," he spoke, his tone more formal than it had been, sounding much the same as when he'd tried to reason with the guard. "And I apologize for my earlier presumptions. It's not every day you meet a warrior trapped in what we consider a child's body."

[ Enyb ]

{Kweh...[Oh my...]}

[Traverse Town: Second District -> Cafe]

The chocobo walked forward, but suddenly stopped after noticing the...tension in the air. Actually, his instinct told him to avoid it, but his curiousity overrode it.

Walking forward, albeit cautiously, he spotted the previous group of humans he had fought with. And some of them seemed fairly...upset...

"Wark...? [Hi...?]"

[Traverse Town :: Second District Cafe-->Second District]

During Nalo's internal dialogue, Window slowly pulled himself out of his reverie and came back just in time to hear his companion mutter, "I hate you so much, y'kn--?"

Where the heck did that come from?

It seemed that Window was not the only one with some internal dialogue running. But now begged the question--what had Nalo been thinking about? Was he mad at Window for something? Had Window been that wrapped up in thought that he missed something important? Did he commit some kind of taboo? The Viera looked embarrassed and continued to choke out a couple of sentences. Window almost desperately hoped that he had not overtaxed Nalo's generosity. His mind started to set itself on downward spiral path of worry.

That is, until Nalo hugged him.

Where the heck did that come from?

Well, it seemed that Nalo was not angry at him for anything. Either that, or he was trying to cover up his comment. That would be a funny way of showing that. But, with this latest physical gesture that came on unprompted, Window decided he should tell Nalo specifically what it meant to him when the Viera hugged and held his hands. The man had tried to be respectful and observant of Traverse Town's customs, but there were a few things Window could not forget about his home. He hopped ahead to catch up with Nalo as they headed outside.

A small crowd had gathered in front of the restaurant, with two people at its center. What had transpired? The young blonde man appeared to be one of those involved, and some of his companions were gathered around him at the edge. Window also caught sight of the green bird he had met earlier. Unfortunately, it had never responded to Window's query to touch his feathers, so he wasn't sure if it liked him or not. There seemed to be another creature beside the bird...what was that? He had never seen anything like it before; it was so round and--for lack of a better word--cute. Window would have loved to stay and observe this hodge-podge of characters from an assortment of worlds. His mind still boggled at the idea that there was an infinite amount of life and culture he had never known, and never would. However, it was still cold, and so Window was ready to let Nalo lead the way to the clothier. He kind of hoped the group would still be here when he got back, and maybe Window could ask around a bit more to get to know something of this world and why everyone was here.

{sorry it took so long! At least my essay is finished.}