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My attire dragged along the crystal floor as we walked down the hallway. We didn't say anything to each other, as she was intent on getting to the meeting and I was busy trying to avoid tripping on my coat.
Our destination wasn't very far: We turned a corner to face a dead end, where a small flower pot stood on a windowless sill. I stepped forward and examined the wall: It was a pure block of crystal, with the same eerie glow that my room had. My guide just simply stood there and smiled, chuckling frequently as I looked about our surroundings. There was no indication of anything beyond this point: no door, no gate, nothing but pure crystal. Puzzled I turned around to ask my escort.
"What are we doing here?"
"Just stand back and let me show you." She responded.
I heeded her advice and stepped back beside her. She breathed a yawn and closed her eyes. Silence fell upon my ears as I waited for something to happen. I didn't have to wait long though, as with a flash of light a doorway appeared before us. She opened her eyes and walked into the door, though not without turning her head and telling me to "Remember this place."
I shook my head to recover from the blinding light and followed her. I emerged into an expansive room, where a large round table sat squarely in the middle. An enormous chandelier hung from the top, with a strange circular design imprinted around it. Around the table were seven seats, with six of them already occupied. I walked forward and took the seat in front of me, across from a familiar face: The man with the reddish-brown hair. The chair beside him was empty, though I dared not ask why. On the other side sat a larger man, his face more serious and crueler. His hair was short and frizzled, with a light brown complexion to it. Beside the large brute (and myself) sat a stranger character, his hair red, with large spikes pointed downward. He looked strangely pleased, as he had a mischievous smile to his face. Beneath his eyes however I saw small, blue inverted triangles, which I believed to be scars of some sort. To the left of the boy with the silver hair sat what appeared to be a man but I couldn't be certain. "He" had two large bangs that ran down both sides of his face. The rest simply fell onto his shoulders and curved downward. He had a strange demeanor about him, his eyes seemed old and tired and the cheekbones in his face were most prominent. His skin was ridiculously pale, as if he spent most of his time in the dark.
They all shared one thing in common though: Their clothing. They all had the same black coat that I wore, the same-gloved hands, and the same black boots.
They all stared at me intently, with the exception of the person with red hair and my former companion. Those two seemed content to stare at each other, as if communicating in their own language.
A moment of prolonged silence ensued, as people "spoke" in their own private conversation. I simply sat there, not knowing what would become of me.
Finally the person across from me spoke, "I'm sure Larxene's already told you all about the purpose of this meeting."
Puzzled I said "Larxene?"
The blond beside me gave out one of her irritated sighs. So SHE was Larxene.
"No…actually she didn't tell me anything." I said.
"Yeah well it's not like everything was handed to me when I came y'know." Larxene muttered.
The androgynous character spoke up in a strangely male voice, "This is an entirely different situation Larxene, you know that."
Larxene moaned, "Then why don't YOU give her an update Vexen, because I still don't have the slightest clue!"
The androgynous "Vexen" gave out a sigh, "So be it," and he turned his attention to me. "The problem is you. Your arrival to Castle Oblivion has caused a certain restlessness. You see"
"Vexen! Shut up!"
The speaker was the large brutish male, now out of his seat, stared menacingly at Vexen. His fists slammed onto the table displaying both brute strength and toughness. Blood filled his face as he bared his grinding teeth; veins began to form around both his temples. His feral rage was evident, apparently Vexen struck an odd chord.
The room fell deathly silent; no one dared to say anything. My blood froze like ice, my heart raced, as I became more and more fearful of the events to come. A few moments passed until a serene voice shattered the silence. .
"Lexaeus, please show some restraint in front of our guest."
Grumbling, the Lexaeus said, "Yes, of course…sir," as he returned to his seat.
Silence befell the room once more as I sat there, hesitant to say anything. I lowered my eyes in an attempt to avoid attention. Just what was going on? Why was I the problem? What did I have to do with anything? Was -
"My dear."
I looked up to see six pairs of eyes fixed on staring straight at me, like owls watching their prey. I started to close my eyes and shiver at the thought of the comparison when I heard,
"May you please take your absence of us? I don't mean to be rude but we have particular matters to discuss."
"Of, course." I said.
I stood up from the table and began to walk towards the wall I entered from. I expected a flash of light like before, but instead the crystal structure held. Not exactly knowing what to do I turned around to ask "Um, I'm sorry but where's the doo - "
From the corner of my eye shone a familiar flash of white light, I whipped around to stare into the same gateway of light from before.
"Oh, never mind!" I shouted back to the group behind me.
I entered the doorway to find myself in the previous hallway. Letting out a sigh, I started to walk back to my room, pondering exactly what they were talking about.
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"He has already been summoned, and we can not delay our plans anymore than we already have," Vexen warned cautiously.
"We don't have to, all we got to do is "kill off" our little problem," snickered the spiky hair boy.
"We can't do that Axel! She IS one of us!" Larxene scolded.
"Is she? She looks too damn weak to be 'one of us' if you ask me!" Lexaeus commented.
"Exactly! So all we have to do is-"
Larxene shouted, "Axel we are NOT killing her!"
Vexen could only look onward as his comrades began to scream at each other in full force, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breathe. Something had to be done. Upon exhaling, he spoke.
"Quiet!"
Everyone looked up from his or her "conversation" to see Vexen, his face was flushed, his nostrils flared, both hands curled into fists.
Axel couldn't help but snort aloud, "Looks like someone's finally grown a backbone!"
"Quiet Axel," Vexen said. "We must focus. We do not have time to argue amongst ourselves." He paused to take a breath, and turned his attention to a smiling grin. "Marluxia, what do you propose we do?"
They all looked to the man with the reddish-brown hair, who said delicately,
"We wait."