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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[In the Pub] ... [Naturally]

[iplayyoupay]

People-watching was a favorite activity of the General's, not that he'd ever say so outright. No doubt he'd have reasons aplenty prepared to explain away such behavior if anybody ever questioned him, but nobody ever did. Most people knew better, if they knew him at all, and even those who didn't might have sense enough not to pester a man who presented as intimidating a figure as Cross Marian.
Not everybody, of course. But most.

Which is why he wasn't concerned with limiting his own visibility in favor of staying hidden, and had instead selected a table by the window for this afternoon's observations. He was content to sit and watch as he sipped his wine, confident as ever that he would remain undisturbed unless he decided otherwise.
Some things, however, are quite simply out of one's control.

[In the Pub] ... [Naturally]

[petalsofdeath]

Just as he had before, Marluxia slipped right over into Cross' booth without being invited, sliding across the leather seat. He moved closer to Cross than he had before, not quite touching.
"Cross..."
He let a smile play across his face, remembering just how he had smiled for the General the week before.
"It is a pleasure to see you again."

[iplayyoupay]

"It might be yet, if you behave yourself."

Cross chuckled, low in his throat, and emptied the last of his wine before reaching to refill his glass from the bottle set on the table before him. Pausing just shy of doing so, he gestured inquisitively to Marluxia with the bottle and tilted his head as if in offer.

"You have the look of a person who's not just here to drag me off to a shadowy place for a tryst, young man, so I assume you must intend conversation... What's on your mind?"

[petalsofdeath]

"Perhaps you think too much of me, General."
He leaned in as if to playfully nip at his ear.
"Is there somewhere we can talk privately?"
While his words might have been the same as the other night, their meaning had changed completely. His face hidden from the bar by their hair, he looked up at Cross with a serious, purposeful expression.

[iplayyoupay]

A short-lived moment of confusion accompanied Cross's initial blink of surprise, following through to his gentle reciprocation of the apparently amorous attentions as he leaned in close to allow his companion's playful overtures. To all the world it might have appeared a gesture of lustful intrigue, but the look that met Marluxia's was just as serious once hidden behind the thick, shielding curtain of his hair.

"The same place as before, I imagine, might suit our needs now as well as it did then..."

Like his body language, his tone was a mask-- The double-entendre was different now than the last time they'd met, but just as thick.

"I do wonder what delights you may be plotting for me tonight..."

[petalsofdeath]

With a gentle nip to his earlobe, Marluxia slipped off of the booth, as if eager to take Cross home with him. Once outside the bar, it was a different story. It wasn't that he wasn't eager to bring him back, but it was more than just a night of pleasure that drove his actions. He was a man of ambition, of action, and now that he had a plan to put in motion, it would take a monumental effort on the General's part to derail him.

[iplayyoupay]

Cross maintained the same illusion of eagerness as he followed suit, not having missed Marluxia's cue regardless of how it might have looked to anyone else. Not that he was overly concerned, of course, but curiosity is a powerful thing.

Catching up to his target, Cross ducked around beside him to press his back up against a nearby wall. As he bent low enough to give the appearance of something more heated, Cross spoke softly with his lips barely parted from Maluxia's.

"I daresay some sort of hint might be in order...?"

[petalsofdeath]

"I mean to ask you your aid."
Marluxia leaned forward, touching Cross' chest, a show of intimacy.
"you can refuse me if you wish, and I would not blame you for it."

[iplayyoupay]

"My aid, indeed?"

His back arched ever so slightly, broad chest easing into that delicate gloved touch.

"What's really being questioned here? Surely not my ability... You've peaked my interest, my friend, and truth be told that's the hardest part. Come, then,"

And turning loose both of Marluxia and of the wall he'd pinned him against, Cross turned to leave.

"And you can... intrigue me further. I can't wait to learn more."

[petalsofdeath]

"It's your desires, that I question."
His eyelashes fluttered slightly, with a smile.
"Of all the people that I have met here, you seem quite comfortable, letting this world pass you by, letting things come or go on the wind..."
He paused dramatically, dragging his fingers across the wall, slowly following.
"Are you content to remain here, forever at the mercy of our captors?"