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 of the Clinic

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     It had certainly taken him long enough, but the boy had finally procured a guitar. It shouldn't have taken that long, and for that he was annoyed, but now that he had the instrument, he was set on putting it to use.

Having tuned it and then found a nice spot to settle in, just outside of the place he probably should have moved away from by now but decided to stay for sake of practicality, the young Scion strummed a few chords of one of his favorite songs. It was no koto, but the guitar was definitely one of his favored instruments, and he played it well, just as he did with most stringed instruments.

Re: Outside of the Clinic

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Marluxia had come by to drop off some plants he had ground up for medicine, but stopped when he heard that sound. It wasn't often he had seen buskers performing here, and the looks of this boy...

He walked over, a pleasant smile on his face.
"You play wonderfully."

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     He'd heard the footsteps of one's approach- not a gait nor sound familiar to him that he'd be able to match it to what few people he knew here in the city.

Kanon let his fingers continue to strum the strings even as he listened to Marluxia as the Nobody drew near, but he played a little softer once the man spoke up. Sightless eyes finally opened, head lifting towards the other as his gaze fixed at about the height he'd gauged the voice to have been spoken from. "Thank you," he replied with a brief nod, but he played softer so that song and words would not be competing for attention.

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After a moment, he sat down next to Kanon, listening to him play.
"Have you lived in this city long?"

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     The boy shrugged. "Long enough, and still not long at all if you take into account how long others have." He tilted his head thoughtfully as he tried to recall just when he'd arrived.

"Maybe about two months now. It was warmer, and during the days when people were different versions of themselves."

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Marluxia wasn't sure what to make of his statement, so he let it pass.

"Do you wish to settle down here, now that fate has beached you in this place?"

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     At that, the boy abruptly stopped playing, frowning. "Heh, apt words," he said bitterly. Really, what did his Aunts want him to do here? Shaking his head, he sighed, picking up another, quieter tune on the strings of his guitar.

"Were it my decision? I really don't want to stay. But there's a reason for everything, and so long as I'm stuck here with everyone else, I guess I have to make the best of things."

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"Do you truly believe that?"

Marluxia looked at the boy through his bangs, challengingly.

"Or are you simply saying that because nothing else looks like a better option?"

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     Even though he couldn't see it, it was hard not to notice that intensity with such attention focused on him. Kanon paused in his strumming again, resting his hand atop the rounded edge of the instrument.

"I don't think you understand, but I don't expect you to." Nor did he feel like explaining it, so he said nothing more in that regard. Shrugging, he rested his chin in palm.

"What other options are there?"

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"Fighting."

Marluxia gave him a sidelong glance before looking back to the street.

"I say we fight them."

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     "Fight them?" He almost looked amused at that. "Really?"

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"Has it been attempted before?"

Marluxia frowned slightly at the reaction. He hadn't expected that.

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     "Not that I know of. But that seems like the most obvious course of action. Revolting against higher powers seems like a time-honored tradition," he replied with a shrug.

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"It sounds so mundane when you phrase it that way."

The smile returned to the Assassin's lips.

"On the other hand, if it is a tradition, who are we to stand in its way?"

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     The boy hid a smirk behind his hand. What Marluxia said was exactly right by the viewpoint of a boy born of a god and a mortal. His pale eyes gleamed as he peered sidewise at the man. A man but not a man... Similar to Temper, and yet at the same time, completely different.

"Hmm."

Closing his eyes, Kanon sighed, straightening where he sat. "So you're going to fight them. How so?"

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"Once all of our players are set, I will be able to know exactly how to attack. If I am not mistaken, they all have their quarters here in this City. My plan is to have teams systematically break into appropriate targets, and try to draw them out into the streets for a confrontation. That way, they can be surrounded and subdued."

He flicked his hair over his shoulder with the smile of one who is too confident to think he could ever fail.