Passing on the Facts of the Matter [active]

[sceadu_gemynd]

Character(s): Zexion and the Prince
Content: "Ian" has some information for the Prince
Setting: The Café Ersesat at L7
Time: Let's say early afternoon
Warnings: None at the moment

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[sceadu_gemynd]

Luckily enough, the fact that he had neglected to get a description wasn't going to be much of a problem. Even if he hadn't noticed the man searching for someone he was more than able to pick up on the undertones of worry and concern lurking in his heart; that alone would have been enough to encourage him to speak to the stranger.

Of course, he didn't need to really on that alone. He had information enough to know that this newcomer was the man he'd spoken to and so, it was simple enough to catch the man's attention, raising a hand into the air in an 'over here' gesture.

Let the games (such as they were) begin.

((No problem~))

[sceadu_gemynd]

"I am," Zexion answered with a nod. He wouldn't have been here like this if he hadn't been, after all. Not that he expected the other man to know that much, or even particularly care, but the fact of the matter remained. He was here because he'd promised to be, not because he wished to be. But again, these were things that had little bearing on the conversation at hand.

"Ian," he offered, by way of introduction before gesturing at the spare seat at the table. While he was perfectly capable and willing to hold a conversation while the other man simply stood there it would be more comfortable on the both of them if they were both seated.

[sceadu_gemynd]

The fact that the Prince almost immediately crossed his arms upon sitting down did not escape Zexion's notice. Nor did the fact that what the other gave was more a title than a proper name. It seemed that there was something weighing heavily on the Prince's mind. Exactly what would, of course, have to come to light in its own time - he wouldn't ask for personal details much as he'd like to learn them.

"All the more reason that I should," he answered. It was perfectly logical after all. It may not be entirely without cost, but there was little reason that he shouldn't spread around some of the things he knew of the city. The more people who simply took him as little more than a friendly and helpful face, the better.

"For the most part, the city is as you see," he began. "A place that seems almost to exist to pull people to it from effectively anywhere. And there's very little reason as to why, or none I've found so far." There was a shrug that accompanied that sentence as if to say 'but what can you really do'.

[sceadu_gemynd]

"I hardly said there wasn't a reason," Zexion retorted, letting a note of annoyance creep into his voice. "I merely said that there wasn't one that I've found so far. There may well be one hidden underneath everything else."

Which of course, wasn't far from the truth. There was a reason. But like a number of other things, that fact was one that he wasn't going to be mentioning. He knew it but 'Ian' wouldn't have found out that little detail. So he'd simply pass it by.

"The most likely of the people here to have engineered the trap of this city is known simply as Organization XIII."

[sceadu_gemynd]

Where were they? One of them sat no further than a table's length from the Prince, smiling out from underneath the eyes of 'Ian'. Not that he would be so careless as to admit to that, mind you. He was here to slide his way into people's good graces, not out of them.

"That's the problem," he answered. "No one's been able to figure out their base of operations." No one who wasn't part of the Organization anyway, and so it would remain. With the city as it was, secrecy was their best option when it came to flying under the metaphorical radar.

"Given the name of their group, however, I would assume that either the number thirteen in all or that they've chosen the number thirteen for its significance. As for the who and the what, however, you would do better to ask someone other than myself. I can tell you however that the Organization is know for wearing black hooded cloaks, but it's quite possible that they've stopped wearing them."