A/N gonna try to get on more of a posting regiment (probably every Saturday), rather than OH I FINISHED LET ME SLAM THIS OUT. Also, /snzy/, is on full board after helping me with the past few chapters! Let's hope we can put out a good story for you all!
Standing outside a deserted factory in an industrial park, Facilier paces back and forth mumbling softly to himself. Every few feet, he yells out, "merde jaune", and throws his hands in a random direction. An expensive looking black car rounds the corner and pulls up right in front of him. After a moment, he lifts his head, takes off his hat, and bows, "glad to see you found your way here without incident, madame ."
A beautiful woman emerges from the back door of the car, her black hair and dress blends into the darkness surrounding her. Her expression and mannerism clearly showing she is no mood any nonsense, "why are we not meeting at my specified location, and where the hell is yellow?"Visibly nervous, Facilier plays with the rim of his hat. "Well, you see, about that", he stutters, averting his gaze from the woman, rolling over which bit of bad news to deliver first. "Yellow won't be joining us, when I got there, he told me he wanted out. A coward's statement befitting of his color." He sends quick glances up at her, trying to gauge how she was receiving the news.
Her eyes, while calm, shine brightly with fury. "So", she snaps quickly causing Facilier to wince, "Kristoff thinks that he can just hide now that everything is finally restarting." She casts her burning glare down on Facilier, "and you... You just let him walk away?"
Between his nervousness and the fear beginning to overwhelm him, he starts tripping over his words, "b-but I didn't just let him walk away, I caught him off guard and was about to finish the job! T-then this girl showed up out of no where, she came up on the roof and-"
"A girl?", she interrupts with an agitated voice and Facilier sinks deeper into his shoulders, "a single girl came and stopped you from killing a man who now is the only FUCKING person who poses any threat to everything we are working towards?"
"B-but madame "
"Silence!", she exclaims. "There is no walking away from these fights. We came out on top in the last round and now he expects to just walk away. If he doesn't want to finish what we started then he is a loose end that needs to be tied!", now fully screaming at Facilier.
"Madame, please, let me explain. He will have to come back, he was originally one of the people under the last dark leader! There is no option for him", Facilier explains.
Anger burning in her chest, she yells again, "You still don't understand do you? These games have rules that have been passed down for years and cannot be broken. Once you become a color, there is only one way to lose that standing, die. There are no teams in this, even if you win, you can still be killed at any time. Kristoff was just an assassin, it was all he cared to be back then. Now he is trying to back out, and that is unacceptable." Breathing heavily, her glower boring a hole into Facilier, she continues fuming, "What if he gets to the next person who shows promise of receiving a color and enlists someone powerful to help him and not us?"
"I am truly sorry, Madame green, but that's where the other problem comes in", Facilier closes his eyes and hopes for the best. "I believe I am no longer the only new color who has emerged."
The fire in her eyes disappears instantly and there is a long pause before she speaks again, "...who?"
"I don't know her name, but she has control over ice. She did not seem very strong, but her ferocity and appearance... They all but screamed criminal, and desperation.", standing straighter now, feeling her ire change targets, "She seemed to have had a previous relationship with our dear yellow rogue, but everyone knows the real power in this world isn't magic... It's money. She didn't look like she was that well off, probably scrounging in the streets to stay afloat. If we make her a good enough offer she might just turn him over to us."
Her mouth curls into a smile, "well then, let's see now", she reaches back into the car and pulls out a long cane with a large crystal orb on the end. All at once the end of the cane ignites into green flames and she peers into the fire. "What color are we dealing with?" A small green light ignites, as does a purple one right next to it, a blue light burns brightly to the left, a yellow light to the right, and very faintly a white light flickers right above. "So our white counterpart has finally shown her face. While her light still burns very dimly, she is no doubt a contender in this fight. She will work for us, one way or another."
Facilier's face twists into the same evil smile, "do not despair Madame! All mistakes shall be corrected, and Kristoff will not last long enough to rally the others against us!"