The Gathering Darkness

The darkness casted shadows on all who were in the room. The black robes were invisible in the dark, except for the silver zippers and various decorations adorning them. The eyes of the cobra staff glowed a devilish red in the light of the magical reflection pool in the center of the room. In it, a sputtering ship waddled aimlessly towards an industrial world. Jafar looked away from the reflection pool. "Well, my cellular friend, it looks like you're up first."

"I'll enjoy it, while it lasts." A feminine figure slipped through the shadows to an unknown destination. Marluxia stepped forward.

"Number Eleven." One of the black robes started towards the man.

"I have something to say." The advancing figure stopped, then retreated backwards.

"We recognize the Organization XIII at this time." Jafar announced.

"I'm not speaking on behalf of the Organization." Marluxia walked to the pool. There was some whispering. "In fact, I speak for those who can't."

"Marluxia!" One of the robes ran up to him. "What are you doing!"

"Stand back, Larxene." Marluxia continued. "These people brought me back after my defeat at the hands of the Keyblade master."

"It's not time yet." Larxene pulled her hood back, her blonde hair darkened in the shadows. "Wait just a little longer."

"No." Marluxia looked at her. "I'm tired of waiting." He continued. "They want to work under us with you." Jafar seemed to dwell on the thought.

"If you can prove yourselves first, I'll give them a chance."

"Thank you." Marluxia bowed, then pulled Larxene back with him. Jafar looked at the reflection pool, where the gummi ship landed on a small island sporting a large statue.