Plots Log!

[petalsofdeath]

Who: Marluxia and you!
What: The preparations for taking the fight to Temper Vale and his lot are now underway!
*Note, just tag in with your character's location in the first post, and we'll roll from there!
When: On and around September 12th
Where: Anywhere in public.
Warnings: PG?
Status: In Progress

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Outside his home, near the train station

[neutralbyforce]

[Vash sat outside his house, staring off into the distance. It had been weeks since he had publicly announced over the feeds about their captors-- identifying them and sharing his fears. However, there had been no backlash so far and he'd begun to wonder if it wasn't all just a bad dream he had had in the wake of losing his sister. Now that Lili was back, it seemed like that.

...Still. Since then many of his friends had disappeared from the city, old and new. Maybe he was paranoid, but it felt like something big was on the horizon.

So he lounged outside, keeping a weather eye out for any signs of trouble, though for all the world to see he appeared to be simply daydreaming.]

Outside his home, near the train station

[petalsofdeath]

That gaze... That slight frown that creased that man's face. He certainly had to be someone who was ready to fight back.
He approached casually, not wanting to arouse the suspicions of the townsfolk and to attempt to keep Vash from throwing up too high of a wall for him to climb. Once he got close to the stoop, he raised a hand disarmingly, flashing him a small smile, not too broad.

"Hello, neighbor. Pleasant weather today, is it not?"

While his smile was pleasant enough, the look in his eye spoke quietly, implying that he wasn't only here to chat mindlessly about the City.

[neutralbyforce]

Unfortunately for Marluxia, there was no such thing as a Switzerland without high defensive walls already put in place. Vash glanced up at the greeting, raising an eyebrow at the sight presented him.

The man had pink hair.

“It’s not too bad.” Was the careful reply. “Nowhere near as pleasant as the weather back home would be, but prisoners can’t be beggars.”

Something about the stranger immediately put him on guard. There was a shiftiness, a conniving sense about him that Vash had long ago learned not to trust. Still, that glint in his eye…

The pink-haired man was obviously up to something and Vash had begun to grow restless ever since the completion of his home.

Why you gotta' be hatin' on his hair, Vash?

[petalsofdeath]

"No, I suppose not."

Marluxia's smile, however, seemed to speak to the opposite. He glanced behind him casually, hiding the motion as a flick of his hair. Convinced of their relative privacy, he turned back to Vash, the smile still on his lips.

"I get the impression that you are not contented, with more than simply our weather."

It's PINK. LIGHT PINK.

[neutralbyforce]

"...I'm not. But it's not such an odd state of being for me."

All the same, Vash got to his feet, nodding at the house.

"Would you like to come inside, Mr...?"

He doesn't trust the outside, but in the structure that he created? There it is safe to talk about private matters, as this stranger seemed to want to.

PINK IS THE BEST COLOR

[petalsofdeath]

"I am called Marluxia."
The Assassin bowed his head slightly.
"Perhaps it would be for the best. The winds seem to be changing."
Marluxia cast a glance up across the eaves of the house and back down to Vash before slowly walking over to join him.

It is a shade of red, yes...

[neutralbyforce]

"Marluxia. I am Switzerland, though most here know me as Vash Zwingli."

He led the way inside, knocking on one of the walls as he does to show the soundproof qualities of the room.

"The kitchen is a comfortable place to talk."

Re: It is a shade of red, yes...

[petalsofdeath]

"And safe, I take it."

Marluxia's expression flattened once they were both inside.

"I am not here for pleasantries, as you may have already guessed, so I will get to the heart of the matter: I intend to hit our captors where it hurts. Do you want to join me?"

[neutralbyforce]

"I hope you don't mind, I have some dishes to do while we talk."

Vash gave no sign that he heard the other's words, walking instead towards the kitchen with a decided purpose. Once there he turned on the water and pulled out his communicator, slipping it into a small cabinet beside the sink designed solely for such purposes. He held out a hand for Marluxia's as well, raising an eyebrow. Could the other have really forgotten the importance of hiding such conversations, especially from the notoriously unpredictable communicators?

[petalsofdeath]

Marluxia smiled at the motion, passing his over. It had not occurred to him to be quite that cautious.
Once they were locked away, the Assassin folded his fingers together, leaning on his elbows.
"Are you ready to talk?"

[neutralbyforce]

Vash was the emperor, king, and heir apparent of the paranoia title. That little trick was one he had picked up from a good friend, gone now. He sat down across from Marluxia, eyebrow raised.

"I am, though I must admit to being a little leery of planning anything with a man with pink hair who isn't careful enough to muffle his communicator. The thing you speak of... is dangerous, as I'm sure you know."

[petalsofdeath]

"That is a fair complaint." Marluxia smiled easily, leaning his forearms on the table. "You do have the right to refuse, of course." He tilted his head slightly, pink hair spilling over one shoulder. "Tough I still doubt you would refuse, even with the danger present."

[neutralbyforce]

"If you are planning something of this magnitude, then I insist on being involved."

Vash tilted his head to the side ever so slightly. "What is your plan, then? And... I suppose we should exchange names?"

[petalsofdeath]

"I am called Marluxia."
He leaned forward, conspiratorially.
"Our captors must live in this world, among us, hiding and watching, correct? I intend upon chasing them out of their comfortable hiding places, and forcing them to answer to us."

[neutralbyforce]

"...I once thought so. But I'm no longer sure, after some conversations I've had. It seems that they may live almost... outside this reality. I don't know, I'm not a detective or scientist or philosopher." Vash shook his head, resisting the urge to rub his forehead in agitation over a problem that has kept him up many a night. "Or that could all just be another mind game to make us think they're more powerful than they are.

"But I take it that you have a place in mind, to have formed such a plan?"