"I see some people got to a slow start," scolded Xemnas, snapping his fingers, garbing the three members in the black robes. Xemnas was all about being formal, especially at meetings. He threw a glance at Xigbar, who was half asleep with coffee in his hand.
"Mmmph?" he grunted, seeing Xemnas's cold stare. "Oh yeah. Number one, Xemnas, has called this meeting to order!" announced Xigbar without enthusiasm. He yawned.
Slightly angry with his mediocre introduction, Xemnas began.
"Before I begin, many of you are curious of the scars," Xemnas began loudly, his voice echoing in the large room. Zexion's eyes focused on Vexen, who was looking around guiltily. "I gave Vexen a direct order," number one contiued "He implanted small computer chips in each of your arms. These chips will prevent you from creating portals, summoning your weapons, and using magic. Understood?!"
The room echoed with reluctant "Yes sirs,".
"The reason for this order," Xemnas continued in his "loud voice", which he used for meetings and speeches "Is that the Castle Oblivion residents are going camping,"
The meeting hall filled with swear words, sighs, and one "Yes!.
Unpleased with this reaction, Xemnas went on with a frown "It will be a three day trip!" he shouted over the angry voices. "Not including the one day Gummi Ship ride there and back!"
"Either you go camping or you stay in the Detention Cell for twenty one days!!!" Xemnas bellowed over the voices.
Everyone silenced. The Detention Cell was a tiny, stuffy room in the basement of Castle Oblivion. You were only given water and bread once everyday and had nothing at all to do. Xemnas had made it impossible to warp out of.
"Good," Xemnas said slyly, seeing his results improve out of fear "The rules of this trip: no electronics, no snack food, no weapons, only clothes, water, and a flashlight. OK, I know a flashlight is an electronic," he said smiling, acting he made a funny joke, "but it is an exception," Xemnas paused. We will leave at noon. So go eat, and gather together your items," he paused. He gave Xigbar another cold stare.
"Ahem," Xigbar began, seeing Xemnas freezing eyes "Number one, Xemnas has called this meeting to end!"
The thirteen people piled, out all talking.
"Damn! I didn't think he'd break out the Detention Cell!" Demyx said to Axel, who was angry once more.
"Camping," breathed Axel loathingly.
Camping seemed to be the word on everyones' minds as they packed there things.
Demyx stuffed three black robes into his backpack, muttering to himself about the camping trip. Who was he going to share a tent with? He hoped it wasn't Xaldin, reflecting on the morning's event. Rubbing his still sore neck, Demyx heard the "ding" of the elevator. Luxord stepped in.
"Yo! Demyx! You here?!" Luxord called. Demyx stepped out of his bedroom and into the front room which was sort of like a living room.
Number ten stood standing there idly.
"Yeah. Hold on..." Demyx replied. He stepped out and looked at Luxord. "What?" he asked.
"The bulletein board. It shows who's sharing tents," Luxord said quickly. "C'mon, I haven't seen it yet!"
The two stepped into the elevator and finally got to the ground floor. Right outside was the bulletein board.
"Tent one," Demyx read aloud. "Xemnas,"
"Figures," scoffed Luxord.
"Tent two," continued Demyx "Xigbar, Marluxia, Vexen, Luxord,"
"Crap!!!" exclaimed Luxord "Vexen???"
"Tent three," Demyx read on "Roxas, Axel, Lexeas, Xaldin,"
"Poor Axel," Luxord said sadly. "Xaldin's a pain in the a-"
"Tent four," Demyx finished, "Demyx, Zexion, Larxene, Saix,"
"Lucky you, didn't get Vexen," Luxord said loathingly. "Hmph. Well I'm ready to go. You?"
"I guess so. I'm still not hungry," Demyx answered sadly, bracing himself for the long ride ahead.
The two made there way towards the rarely used Gummi Garage.