Post by Stele on Feb 13, 2018 4:44:06 GMT -5
Patience is a Weapon
Prelude to Confrontation
Prelude to Confrontation
The Man in the red and white mask leaned back against the wall, silent, as he watched the display laid out before him, his arms folded tightly over his chest. The room was cluttered with all manner of odd things. Shrunken heads dangled from strangely shaped mirrors on the walls, ornate curtains partitioned parts of the room, and large, gaunt-looking masks hung from the ceiling around them. Over all, the place simply felt off. The object of his observation was a table in the center of the room, and the Well-dressed, dark skinned man at the table that was their host. The man had splayed out a deck of cards, and from those cards seemed to waft a faint green energy. "Friends, Enemies, Neighbors!" he began as he spun the cards around with a finger. The cards stood up, formed the shape of a castle, dark twisting upward from the table. As the cards spun around each other, they slowly shifted to mimic the slumped, horned figure that had prefaced their meeting. "We all know why we're here. Mr. Bo-jangles himself, His Horned Majesty has been making some rather large waves lately."
The Stylishly-dressed man, the only other one assembled who was actually seated at their host's round table, spoke up to cut him off. "Get to the square root already. Every Hectosecond we spend talking is a second we could be acting."
"Patience, Patience, it's a virtue, and a weapon, young man. Or didn't you learn that in your last life. You can thank my friends on the other side for that, by the way." The brown haired man scowled and pulled his hat down as the witch doctor continued. "Speaking of my friends on the other side, they've been keeping quite an eye out for these horned friends of ours." The cards filed up, marching like soldiers around the table, each bearing the image of one of the Cauldronborn heartless, Skull Knights. "Their presence is felt in not only one world, but two. It hasn't quite reached our neck of the woods yet, but I assure y'all, that time is coming. And if we're smart, and not a little lucky, we can turn those tables right around, and claim that power for ourselves."
A cunning-looking woman stepped from the shadows further back in the man's shop, and approached the table, running a slender finger along the edge of the table, and plucking up one of the cards. She turned it over in her hand, uninterested, before lowering it and holding it at an angle between two of the marching cards. "The thing about armies," As she held the card there, the marching cards scattered, some moved away into the center of the table, falling flat against each other, others were directed the other direction and began falling off of the table. "is that when you disrupt their order, they fall apart."
The dark-skinned man straightened his cuffs and the cards were all sucked inside one sleeve. When the cards came out of the other sleeve, the began taking jagged edges, forming what could be described as a cityscape. Every once in a while one of the cards turned over, revealing a blond-haired boy walking around a city. "Precisely, my dear Madam." He cooed sarcastically, watching his own display with cunning interest. "These well-meaning bafoons will get much closer to them then any of us could scarcely wish to."
A figure floated down from his perch up near the masks then, an elegant man with a monkey tail. His form drifted gracefully behind the man who had called them together, the man who claimed to have "friends on the other side," and he plucked the card that currently had the blond boys's visage on it. He looked the card over, appraising. "So you're plan is to wait, and let these glorified groundskeepers do your dirty work for you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, tossing the card back onto the stack, and knocking the formation over entirely. "If you ask me, those keys of theirs are much more interesting. My resources say that they can open something special. The greatest power there is. Why take the Horned Has-been's power, when we could overpower him altogether?" The pretty young man shrugged and shook his head. "Regardless, the best thing to do for the moment is let the understudies take the stage for the moment. A taste of victory will make their inevitable defeat all the sweeter." The boy grinned, and the image of Ventus on the upturned card faded to black.
The Stylishly-dressed man, the only other one assembled who was actually seated at their host's round table, spoke up to cut him off. "Get to the square root already. Every Hectosecond we spend talking is a second we could be acting."
"Patience, Patience, it's a virtue, and a weapon, young man. Or didn't you learn that in your last life. You can thank my friends on the other side for that, by the way." The brown haired man scowled and pulled his hat down as the witch doctor continued. "Speaking of my friends on the other side, they've been keeping quite an eye out for these horned friends of ours." The cards filed up, marching like soldiers around the table, each bearing the image of one of the Cauldronborn heartless, Skull Knights. "Their presence is felt in not only one world, but two. It hasn't quite reached our neck of the woods yet, but I assure y'all, that time is coming. And if we're smart, and not a little lucky, we can turn those tables right around, and claim that power for ourselves."
A cunning-looking woman stepped from the shadows further back in the man's shop, and approached the table, running a slender finger along the edge of the table, and plucking up one of the cards. She turned it over in her hand, uninterested, before lowering it and holding it at an angle between two of the marching cards. "The thing about armies," As she held the card there, the marching cards scattered, some moved away into the center of the table, falling flat against each other, others were directed the other direction and began falling off of the table. "is that when you disrupt their order, they fall apart."
The dark-skinned man straightened his cuffs and the cards were all sucked inside one sleeve. When the cards came out of the other sleeve, the began taking jagged edges, forming what could be described as a cityscape. Every once in a while one of the cards turned over, revealing a blond-haired boy walking around a city. "Precisely, my dear Madam." He cooed sarcastically, watching his own display with cunning interest. "These well-meaning bafoons will get much closer to them then any of us could scarcely wish to."
A figure floated down from his perch up near the masks then, an elegant man with a monkey tail. His form drifted gracefully behind the man who had called them together, the man who claimed to have "friends on the other side," and he plucked the card that currently had the blond boys's visage on it. He looked the card over, appraising. "So you're plan is to wait, and let these glorified groundskeepers do your dirty work for you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, tossing the card back onto the stack, and knocking the formation over entirely. "If you ask me, those keys of theirs are much more interesting. My resources say that they can open something special. The greatest power there is. Why take the Horned Has-been's power, when we could overpower him altogether?" The pretty young man shrugged and shook his head. "Regardless, the best thing to do for the moment is let the understudies take the stage for the moment. A taste of victory will make their inevitable defeat all the sweeter." The boy grinned, and the image of Ventus on the upturned card faded to black.